You ready B?
Lets go get'um.
Look for me young B crusin down the west side highway.
Doing what we like to do your way. Eyes behind shade,
this necklace the reason all of my dates been blind dates.
But today I got my thourest girl with me, I'm mashin the
gas, shes grabbin the wheel. Its true to the heart, she
rides with me the new Bobby and Whitney the only time we don't
speak is during "sex and the city" she gets carrie fever but as
soon as the show is over shes right back to being my soulger.
Cause mommy's a rider and I'm a roller put us together how they
gonna stop both us. Whatever she lacks I'm right over her sholder
when I'm off track mommy is keeping my focused.
So lets lock this down like supposed to be the 0-3 Bonnie and Clide
Hove and B.
(holla)
(chorus)
All I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriend.(me and my girfriend)
Down to ride till the very end is me and my boyfriend.(me and my boyfriend)
All I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriend.(me and my girlfriend)
Down to ride till the very end is me and my boyfriend(me and my boyfriend)
The problem is..
You dudes treat the one that your lovin with the same respect that your
treat the one that your hopin. That ain't about nothin.
If your ever mad about somthin it won't be that. Oh no it won't be that.
With no be-atch, Oh no you won't see that.
And no I ain"perfect nobodys walking the earth surfaces but girkfriend work
with the `kid I keep you workin at Hermain Burginbag, monolo bline
timbs,aveaterlins,600 drops,
her cades benz. The only time you where burbery to swim.
And I don't have to worry, only worry is him, she do anything nessesary
for him. And i'll do anything nssesary for her so don't let the nessesary occur!
(yep)
(chorus x2)
If I was your girlfrind. I'll be there for you. If somebody hurts you even if
somebody takes you away from me.(yeah-hee)
Some times I trip on how happy we could be.
So I put this on my life. Nobody or nothing will ever come between us.
And I promis to give my life and all of my trust if you were my boyfriend.
I'll put this on my life. The air that I breath in all that I believe.
And I promis to give my life and all of my trust if you were my boyfriend.
(chorus x2)
Music..
Huh, huh.. ohhh..
Huh, huh.. ohhh..
Huh, huh.. ohhh..
I met him in the Bahamas, I love that nigga per-sona
Smoke that nigga marijuana, get freaky call me Madonna
Lay on the bed he follow, bone him until to-morrah
Make him sing high sopran-ah, AHHHHHHHH!!
Fifty-fo'-fifty-fifty, Mr. Act-Super-Kinky
Baby what you gon' get me, is some rings for my lil' pinkie
Money will multiply, 'fore you run up inside
Make me all weak and tired, mmhmmm..
[Chorus: Timbaland + Missy]
You got ta.. (scream)
If you up in the club, you think you tearin it up
You got ta, got ta.. (scream)
Well pour most of the liquor, then you watchin people buzz
You got ta, got ta.. (scream)
If you from out of town, you think you're holdin it down
You got ta, got ta.. (scream)
You got ta.. you got ta..
[Missy]
He say he from Puerto Rico, he told me to call him Chico
Freakin up in the Nico, my ego got really negro
Throw the heat throw heat be bold, though I'm like dice in cee-lo
Makin heads scream and moan, AHHHHH!!! Send 'em back home
Boy is really worth it, just to get dirty dirty
Give me that liquor liquor, make me talk slurry slurry
Money will multiply, 'fore you run up inside
Get me all weak and tired, mmhmmm..
[Chorus]
[Missy]
He asked could he rock my body, he also asked could he buy me
a drink six-oh Ferrari, then ride up in my safari
Shit what a deal word up, how much it cost now
Shit what the deal word up how much it cost
Play your position listen, where is your pot to piss in
'Fore we start really kissin, hot as freaky kitchen
Hey what the deal word up how much it cost now
Hey what the deal word up how much it cost now
[Chorus] - 2X
(feat. Pharrell)
[Pharrell]
Beware, you're now listening to the sounds
of Mis-demeanor
Turn everything up, all the levels
All the fuckin levels
[Bridge: Missy]
Missy be the name and y'all should already know
I been around long Scarface so cold
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yo she ya
Let me grab the microphone and I'm gone take it away
[Verse 1]
Every time I spit I blow one or two speakers
Top model diva but my name not Eva
Yeah I brang fever rockin classic adidas
I'm srtaight off the heater rippin needles off the meter
Here I go, flip my flow
Back it up then I drop it low
It's a must cause I'm dangerous
I'll be a hassle on the busta call me angeldust
I talk shit di, didn't stutter
2005 MC's in trouble
You run for cover hide under your covers
Cause you gone need more protection than a magnum rubber
[Chorus 4X: Pharrell]
Ah, ah, on
Ah, ah, on
Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah, ah, on and it's
[Verse 2]
Missy finna spit this simply raw
Misdemeanor always make MC's feel small
Stick you on the table with a plastic cup
Say grace, then eat ya ass up
Y'all just rookies, virgins, and nookies
Not my competition you skip or play hookie
Aint nobody here that can tear the track up
And naw I ain't done rappin so shut the hell up
Keep it simple every time I flow
If you step to me I shall throw blows
Raise up like I's break nose
I ain't about talkin I'll lay 'em down slow
And for show y'all know
Misdemeanor got 'em by the neck like zero below
Ice cold heart like zero below
If you wanna battle me then playa say so
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Let me tell you what I'm all about
About spitting hot rymes on out
Yeah Pharrell did the beat oh yes
And the way he put it down he make it sound so (fresh)
I be the best don't second guess
When it comes to other rappers bout it boy get flexed
When I say I'm tight as wife beaters
Missy bout to teach you how to follow the leader
Hit the club in a blue two seater
Lookin like I'm finna cock a nine millimeter
Get out with my highhill cuffs
Twisting my ass cause I know what guys want
Licking my lips like I'm takin him home
Teasing and teasing I'm fakin the funk
Shaking my titties like I wanna bone
Bend over slow then I tell him I'm gone
[Grand Puba]
Yeah, Missy Elliott, Grand Puba
[Missy Elliott]
Y'all don't really know who I am, God damn
I'm like grease in the frying pan cause I am
bacon, eggs, toast, butter
Smooth sexy lover more FRESH than {?}
Go ask your brother if y'all don't believe
I control the industry cause Missy in the lead
{*scratching*} Uhh, I'm talkin to you man
With my upper hand, the fans call me Dapper Dan
When I was young my pops, throw rocks
Always shit talk to my moms and call the cops
Couldn't wait 'til I was nice and grown
Sick of daddy mouth 'til six in the morn'
On and on and on 'til the record scratch
And if I made a few scraps I would never come back (YES!)
Take moms with me and a few ADAT's
And make a song about dad and tell pops he's a rat (YES!)
Oah-KAYYYYY!
[scratched] hold up
[Chorus 2X: Missy Elliott]
Y'all don't really know my life
Y'all don't really know my struggles and how much liquor I guzzle (YES!)
Y'all don't really know my fears
And how many years to get here but I'm ready to rumble
[Grand Puba]
Yeah, I be that throwback cat, I throwback 'gnac
I spit hot raps, then I check my traps
Pockets stop the bulk, green up like the Hulk
Ram up in somethin like that nigga Marshall Faulk
I'm a low key nigga, a O.G. nigga
Entertain my guests in "The Basement" like Tigger
Grand Puba and the name ring bells
And if it ain't about paper I don't waste my sells
So the new school new school need to learn yo
I burn baby burn like a Hunt's Pointe ho
[Missy Elliott]
Yo yo Puba, hold up
Let's take 'em back on some "411" shit
MA-RYYYY!
{*beat changes*}
[Mary J. Blige]
I'm Mary J. Blige, for a fact I don't rap
I'm known around the map to always make a comeback
I went through some struggles fightin with my ex-lovers
Stayed in lots of trouble, blessings then I had recovered
Had to pay them bills, the places I lived
Messin with them cats that's said to get I had to give
I had to tell them back up cause I was quick to smack 'em up
I didn't give a WHAT, Mary J. would act up
[Chorus: Missy] + (Mary)
Y'all don't really know my struggles
(I had two or three jobs I had to juggle)
And all them liquor shots from the pain I covered
(Strugglin from the break-ups with my lover)
(Y'all don't know the half) Don't know the half
(I'm better off now that was in the past)
I had to take the good stuff with the bad
Now I'm (thankful for the little things that I have)
[scratched] I'm Mary J. Blige, for a fact I don't rap
[scratched] Grand Puba, and the name ring bells
[scratched] I'm Mary J. Blige, for a fact I don't rap
[scratched] Grand Puba, and the name ring bells
Music make you lose control
Music make you lose control
[Fat Man Scoop]
Let's go
Hey hey hey hey hey hey
Here we go now, here we go now
Here we go now, here we go now
Watch out now
(Music make you lose control)
Misdemeanor's in the house
Ciara's in the house
Misdemeanor's in the house
Fat Man Scoop Man Scoop Man Scoop
[Missy Elliott]
I've got a cute face
Chubby waste
Thick legs in shape
Rump shakin both ways
Make you do a double-take
Planet rocka show stoppa
Flow proppa head knocka
Beat spalla tail droppa
Do ma thang mutha fuckas
Ma rolls Royce Lamborghini
Blue Madina always beamin
Ragtop chrome pipes
Blue lights outta sight
(Long weave) sewed in
(Say it again) sewed in
Make that money throw it in
Booty bouncin gone head
[Missy Elliott & Ciara]
Everybody here
Get it outta control
Get yo backs off the wall
Cuz Misdemeanor said so
Everybody (step, step)
Everybody
Everybody (step, step)
Everybody
[Ciara]
Well my name is Ciara
For all you fly fellas
No one can do it betta
[Missy Elliott]
She'll sing on acapella
[Ciara]
Boy the music
Makes me lose control
[Missy Elliott]
We gon make you lose control
And let it go fo you know
You gon hit the flo
I rock to the beat till I'm (tired)
Walk in the club it's (fire)
Get it crunk and wired
Wave ya hands scream (louda)
If you smoke then fire it up
Bring the roof down and (holla)
If you tipsy stand up
DJ turn it (louda)
Take somebody by the waist den (uhh)
Now throw it in they face like (uhh)
Hypnotic robotic
This here will rock yo bodies
Take somebody by the waist den (uhh)
Now throw it in they face like (uhh)
Systematic ecstatic
This hit be automatic
Work me
Work work work me
Work work work me
Work work work me
Do it right
[Fat Man Scoop]
Hit the floor hit the floor (yes)
Hit the floor hit the floor (work)
Hit the floor hit the floor
Hit the floor
[Missy Elliott & Ciara]
Everybody here
Get it outta control
Get yo backs off the wall
Cuz Misdemeanor said so
Everybody (step, step)
Everybody
Everybody (step, step)
Everbody
[Missy Elliott & Ciara]
Everybody here
Get it outta control
[Ciara]
Get yo backs off the wall
[Missy Elliott]
Cuz Misdemeanor said
[Ciara]
So,
Everybody (step, step)
Everybody (keep on steppin)
Everybody (step, step)
[Fat Man Scoop]
Now put yo back on the wall
Put yo back on the wall
Put yo back on the wall
Put yo back on the wall
Misdemeanor's in the house
Ciara's in the house
Misdemeanor's in the house
(Music make you lose control
Yeah!....OK!
Yall know how i do it
From old school rap to old school r&b;
Yep thats me
We gon' do it one time like this
Oh...oh...come on
I remember when we first made love
It was so good
Nigga i was whipped n' all into it
Off of that good wood
And if i could i would persue it
But you wont let me do it
I like first time around wit playboy
You keep puttin me down...umm
I cant keep runnin away, from you
But the sex dont feel the same, no no no
You dont hold me nore kiss me like, you used to
I can tell your feelins changed
It must be some other bitch thats takin up, your time
If it is then let me know, oooohh
So i wont call you over to taste a piece of this good pie
Why you dont fuck me like before
I like the first time
I like the first time
I like the first time talkin bout the, second time
I like the first time
I like the first time
I like the first time talkin bout the, second time
I remember when we first, made love
It felt so good you made me cry, uhm uhm uhm
But now you just ruch to get it, over
And it dont feel like the first time
Yeah you probly the first girl im sprung on im hung on the spots yeah
Put yah lips and tongue on you make me a fan
I took the cards that you dealt and made me a hand
Its the feelins that i felt that made me a man
Now im fightin to get it back like Mike Tyson
I wanna grab my helmet and ride but you took bike license
I just wanna do it like we did it before
Cindarella you was wit it before
Now i wanna bring a slipper, you act like you dont fit it nomore
Like i got it but i cant get it nomore
And i aint useually chaser cause i write wit my pencil
But also how to use my eraser
And at the present time i think about the past
I think about yo ass and can i see it in the future
If i see you i'll salute yah
Cause for your lovin im a soldier, Mami i thought i told yah
Why you dogin me out
Is this our last time
Say it again
Why you dogin me out
Oh what shall i do, yeah
Tell me what i've done to you
Yeah...let the beat ride...huhh
Then work that work that work that work that uh
Yeah...let the beat ride
Yes I've changed again, baby
Changed.. changed..
Changed, the games, that I, used to play
Play.. leavin when I stay
Woo! Ohhh, ooooh, baby
I've changed - I said that I've changed
I said I've changed - the games, ain't the same
They ain't the same
I've changed - the pressure wasn't greatener
on the, other, siiiiide-ide-ide-ide
Aight aight aight Mo chill (cause I know I've changed)
Yo Mo (I know I've changed, baby I swear I'm changed)
Yo Mo chill (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yo chill, you singin like you
You singin like you in church raisin money (I've changed)
for some choir rows or somethin (I've changed, I've changed)
Nigga, waz up?
You think you tough, I'm fly shit
Has a bitch, dope as fuck
Sho nuff I'm guaranteed, no diggities
Fight you like the fucking enemies
You would think there's fucking ten of me
When I'm sending these
Blows, blows, hoes want to roll like hydro
When I suck Timbaland's bone like you
Fido, I go
Scoop Lil' Kim
Me, she, her, them and him
Gets high in a tunnel
They see my Lexus comin
They hear the bass rumblin
They come quick, they come quick
Like a dick, I make myself sick
I'm so motherfuckin bad to the bone
Like my titties are full blown
My style of rappin, my style
I'm such such a good rapper, I'm such such a good rapper
I give you good and plenty, yeah yeah
My styles the bomb diggy, my style
My style of rappin
I'm such such a good rapper, I'm such a good rapper
I give you good and plenty hmmm hmmm
My style the bomb diggy
I'm calling your cards like Sprint
Can't be me, can't see me
I'm low like Timb, ladies and gents
Dogs, cats and babies
Whoever but my style
I hope you croak from the rabies
Swayze,maybe I call your name
Ain't that a fucking shame
I'm too high for that
I'm great like the dane
Mane on main
If you decide to put your hands
On my fucking light
Like the ciggarettes I light
You must burn, you better learn
From the pro
Who rock shows after shows
When it rains it pours
I hurt like the cold souls
My style polishes like nails and toes
You know, know
You beg to be put on like cats
Nigga know who I am
Now you want to sing and dance
You want to shake your stanky ass
Well I'm sorry Sam
God damn, ou ain't family
You hounding me, pounding me
With the same old story
You bore me
Lordy have mercy on all these groupies
Sorry cutie
Why you go and shake your bootie?
Cause there's only one Lil' Kim
The triple beam, the misdemean
Nigga queen, whoomp, we Tag Team
So hot we melt like ice cream
Without the dick riding
Dreams of smoking a California blunt
I got the lyrics to make you feel it
What you want nigga?
I'm talking about my style
I am the flyest then RZA now
I'm talking about my style
Let me tell you about Missy's style
Hey Timbaland be talking more shit
And Lil' Kim be talking more shit
Da Brat be talking more shit
Busta Rhymes be talking more shit
702 talk shit
And Aaliyah talk shit
Ginuwine be talking more shit
And I be talking more shit
And Total be talking more shit
Maganoo and St. Nick we be talking shit
Jimmy talking shit too
This is an old school Missy exclusive
Look I ain't on no ra-ra shit
You dont wanna test how far Miss get
Me and Tim's cars got kits
But we don't drive around trying to prove you shit
Everyone trying to be that bitch
but there can only be one bitch, make hits
I know I must make y'all sick
Cuz Everytime I spit you beg to quit
I used to drive a six
And now I drive a mercala gold and shit
On the plush gold seats to sit
And I own my own click
Man I must admit
And my S is it
Misdemeanor have you seen she the best it get
And those who try to test this chick
Where they at right now in peace restinin'
If you broke
Just say you broke
Cuz' all you blowin up ya ass is some smoke
See we rich folks, we buy boats
And you is a broke bum nigga that's for sure
I know you broke just say you broke
Cuz' all you blowin' out ya is some smoke
Cuz rich folks we buy boats
And you is a broke bum liar that's for sure
Yeah boo you know you a joke
Wear a fake Rolex, call it a Ro
Claim you down with so and so
Ya whack on whack, bows I came to throw
I might just let you mop my flo'
Here my autograph take this flick to go
(CHEESE)
Miss don't say no mo'
Cuz you know what I do
And you know what I know
And I dont think so
You dont wanna lose a arm or elbow
If ya broke man just say so
Cuz that bentley that you renting
Man its got to go
Back to the black man sto'
Along with ya weave cop a new afro
Why you wanna make Miss stoop so low
But if you try to test me I just check ya slow
If you broke
Just say you broke
Cuz' all you blowin up ya ass is some smoke
Cuz we rich folks, we buy boats
And you is a broke bum nigga that's for sure
I know you broke just say you broke
Cuz' all you blowin' out ya is some smoke
Cuz rich folks we buy boats
And you is a broke bum liar that's for sure
In old school we used to call out names
But I ain't tryin' to get y'all all my fame
My credit card gonna bring ya pain
To know ya bank account just don't change
No need to wreck ya brains
Trying to see who Missy gon' slain
I roll solo not with a gang
Don't carry guns kick ass wit a chain
Don't let me say it again
Don't carry guns kick ass with a chain
(WHASSSSA)
Like a chinese man
Reverse it
(ti esrever)
Know what I'm saying
If you broke
Just say you broke
Cuz' all you blowin up ya ass is some smoke
Cuz we rich folks, we buy boats
And you is a broke bum nigga that's for sure
I know you broke just say you broke
Cuz' all you blowin' out ya is some smoke
Cuz rich folks we buy boats
Rich Nice
WOO! C'mon
SICK! Uh-huh
YES! WOO!
HOLLA!
I be thinkin 'bout that big - O
The way you used to rock it to me nice and slow
You used to do it 'til my back felt broke
You used to say give it to me - I'd say no
You used to talk that kinky shit up in my earrrs
And you would buy me pink pretty under-wearrrs
And I would moan cause you would make me feel nice
And you would make me feel like makin love twice
What I'm sayin, you the man, I'm in love
And I like when you do it rough
Hey shorty I can't get enough
Can't stop, won't stop - call me Puff
Hold me down to the ground, pick me up
Now move it 'round, break it down, hold up
Scream loud, black and proud, let's fuck
Nine to five, do it live, sho' nuff
I be thinkin 'bout the way you do it good
I like it cause you raised in the hood
Uhh, you put your back into it
I tell you no, change my mind, then I do it
You cute, you fine, you fire
I'm the boss, do the job, you hired
Heather Hunter must of got me inspired
To work for hours, fall asleep, get you tired cause
I can't stop thinkin 'bout you
Or the way you do what you do
With you I can not lose
I put it down like some brand new shoes
I can't stop thinkin 'bout you
The way you do what you do
With you I can not lose
Now let me put it down
I be thinkin 'bout the way you do it good
I be thinkin 'bout the way you do it good (YES!!)
I be thinkin 'bout the way you do it good
He wan' take me to a ho-tale, see if it's good
If the nigga sm-ale, when I put it down
He like OH YEAHURR
Taste like apples and a bag of PEARS
Right here, right dere, everywhere
To the bed, to the kitchen, in the wooden chair
He like to hear me moan like MMM-YEAH
Boy's in the zone and I don't care
Sittin on his lap, pullin on my track
He piggidy piggidy piggidy piggy my back
In fact no slack, damn he the mack
He ain't got to work me like dat
I'm the boss
I'm the boss, do the job, you hired
I'm the boss, do the job, you hired
What I'm sayin, you the man, I'm in love
And I like when you do it rough
Hey shorty I can't get enough
Can't stop, won't stop - call me Puff
Hold me down to the ground, pick me up
Now move it 'round, break it down, hold up
Scream loud, black and proud, let's fuck
Music...
WOOO
When I walk up in the club, they be pushin'
Misdemeanor got that ice that keep'em lookin'
(Uh-huh)
Crop top, drop tops on my Phantom, mang.
They be trippin' and them haters just pussies.
(Woo)
Feelin' on me, feelin' on me like a pornstar,
I drive a fast car, still shave my chocha.
(Uh-huh)
Get the cash, get the cheddar, get the beans mean,
(Uhhh)
Ching-a-ling, bling bling, my money real green
Who dat?
Who dat?
Player better fall back,
st-step back, player better fall back.
Click-Clack, cock back
Semi-automatic track
Drink a lot of Similac,
Shorty better fall back.
(WOO)
I fall down, get up
then I gotta dust it off
(Uh-huh)
(Say you got to dust it off?)
Yeah, I quickly dust it off.
I'm off the wall,
I do brawl, don't stall
Yes it's on,
Said it's on, I can't be cloned
You can call me Mike Jones.
305-212-804, My cell
(WOO)
Y'all must be dumb as hell
If y'all think that is my cell.
Hotel, motel, Holiday-
Don't play-
round the way, OJ
Yeah, I'm so icey.
(AAH)
What them haters say?
Misdemeanor OK.
(Uh)
Call me foreplay,
Position more than 40 ways.
(Uh-huh)
Like a chocolate glaze,
I'm hotter than a summer day.
Stingray, Sugar Ray,
Knuckles all up in your face.
I block-a block-a,
Straight jocker,
Matter fact, a face snapper.
Money stacker, no slacker,
Hit rapper, gun strapper.
I click, click
hear my--
Click-click.
2 snaps, you hit, then I--
click-click.
I make cash, pay them bills,
I pay them bills that buy new wheels.
I wear high heels,
I touch and feel,
catch me in your man grill.
My record deal, my movie deal
Is super sick-sick.
I click-click, and if you doubt me then I--
Click - click.
(Uh-huh)
Smack them boys,
I will destroy-
Hit, hit, straight down and
split-split ya boy.
I kick-kick like Karate flick-flicks
You get your ass bit,
Don't make me have to-
Click-click
(Danja)
Yeah, Yeah
What we about to do miss?
(Missy Elliott)
Hey yo Danja!
We finna switch R&B; baby!
Imma flip a new melody on these suckas!
Lets go!
(CHORUS)
Boy you're so sexy,
I don't wanna look at another man and
And when I see you, don't want you touching
On her again and
And baby when im close to you
I feel those butterflies- ies
I'm laying in my bedroom
Sit back and fantasize-ize
(FIRST VERSE)
He the best (best), He the bomb (bomb)
He cute (cute), He umm (Umm)
He fly (fly), He fresh (fresh)
He give me, good sex (sex)
He grind (grind), all the time (time)
Got money, on his mind (mind)
He's a balla (he's a balla)
He's my man, Shot calla
He's a freak (freak), Imma freak (freak)
We freak (freak), All week (week)
I love him, He love me (me, me, me, me)
He take me, to the mall (mall)
He buy me, half the mall (mall)
He's tight (tight), My type (type)
He give me, What I like (like)
(CHORUS)
Boy you're so sexy
I don't wanna look at another man and
And when I see you, don't want you touching on
her again and
And baby when I'm close to you
I feel those butterflies- ies
I'm laying in my bedroom
Sit back and fantasize-ize
(SECOND VERSE)
We kiss (kiss), all the time (time)
That boy (boy), he fine (fine)
He pimp (pimp), he stunt (stunt)
He give me (me) what I want (â'ant)
We fuss (fuss), we fight (fight)
We make up, by the night (night)
We go out, to the club (club)
We get crunk, in the club (club)
He buy me patron (â'tron) he buy me patron (â'tron â'tron)
He spending on me (me) make it rain boo, on me (me,me)
His love (love), so cool (cool)
I call him, my boo (boo)
We go (go) everywhere, (where)
everywhere (where), he's there (there)
(CHORUS)
Boy you're so sexy
I don't wanna look at another man and
And when I see you, don't want you touching on
her again and
And baby when I'm close to you
I feel those butterflies- ies
I'm laying in my bedroom
Sit back and fantasize-ize
(THIRD VERSE)
My dude (dude), buy me shoes (shoes)
I don't see no, other dude (dude)
He never disrespect (â'spect)
Got one big, ol' dick (dick)
He know how, to put it down (down)
He know how, to put it down (down)
We do -do, do it all-all
He be my-my, bootycall -call
He give me, butterflies (flies)
When I look in-to his eyes (eyes)
He my (my), fiancé (cé)
Call me dreamgirl, Beyonce (ce)
My nookie is his (his), My nookie is his (is his his!)
He cute (cute), he fine (he fine)
He sexy, all the time (time)
Imma let this shit ride oh
And make u feel real high!
C'mon!
Like your name is Missy Elliot, my name is Fantasia Burrino. And what i can give you, is Fantasia Burrino. Holla at ya girl.
2005 woooo
Wake up in the mornin' wit my man next to me. Hump all night like we been on that ectasy; mixed wit hennessey he got the remedy ya my nigga inta me i cant say it simpily. We, take a quick shower for the hour conversation. Time ta have relation, love makin in tha basement: smack it up, flip it up, crush it. One minute, two minute; i was no question. Who would ever think that i would be givin' up tha goodies? Walkin 'round naked in a pair of pink footies. Just like them hoes at the shows: half dressed clothed, doin' whateva, who knows? Nah, i only get freaky with him. No menaje trois; not freaky wit them. It's just me and my man, yes simply me and my man
(Fantasia)(chorus)
4 my man, I'll do whateva
what I feel, this love it make me do thangs, make me thangs
My man, our loves forever
'cause what I feel, this love, it won't neva change
I'm neva insecure when we not togetha, even though he tell me he in love wit Ciara. I'm from a new era, and I bring terror to any chick who check my fella when we together. So, he treat me like his cinderella; protect me from tha storm like he my umbrella. This fella deserve I'm a Stella. He be a Rockafella, not Jay-Z n' Dane, but tha charm on a chain. He platinum. Take a rollie, lick his forty. He's that good. Hit a stack and keep trackin' and I'll fax them. If I cant find his ass? Then his ass outta gas, he only gettin' one pass. Okay, my man. My man and nobody elses, damn right, i hope ya'll felt this, oh ladies round tha coasts, ya better get focus before you eva try to approach him.
(chorus)
See when you in love you might have to fight. Don't say you won't, neva say you won't. You might get real mad, wanna act all bad. Act up in tha street, a few chicks ya gotta beat, 'cause they disresepect. Clockin' ya man from his feets to his neck. Ya gotta let em know thats a no no. Slap 'em real slow with a right blow; which eva way you go. And keep it gangsta. Show these bitches that ya yank 'em. Yank 'em, point blank 'em, and top rank 'em. I ride for my nigga, and I'm happy with tha trigga. Not scared. How you figure? My man. Say it time again. Say "my man". My man again, and say "my man". Just me and my man, simply me and my man.
(chorus)
Eh yo Hov, tell em, hip hop betta wake up
Yeah, turn the muhfuckin music up
Yeah, turn the muhfuckin music up
Motherfuckers betta wake up, stop sellin crack to the black
Hope you bought a spare for your flat
Cant accept me talkin real facts
Down the hill like Janet Jack, i speak what yah weak mind lacks
Yah heard that
Im creative to the fullest what you talkin bout Willace cause your talkin Never kill it
I hear but dont fill it, down we realest
Yah just weet me in the in the village
Yeah im a down diva done niva
Ya'll not see her he don sqeeze into a wife beater
Yep im a top leader
I got the Martin Luther King fever, ima feed yah what yah teacher need to breat yah
Its time to get seious
Black people all areas who gon' carry us it aint time to bury us
Cause music be our first love, say i do lets cherish it
If you dont gotta gun (its alright)
If yah makin legal money, (its alright)
If you gotta keep yah clothes on, (its alright)
You ain't got a cellular phone, (its alright)
And yah wheels dont spin, (its alright)
And you gotta wear them jeans again, (its alright)
Yeah if you tried oh well, (its alright)
MC's stop the beef lets sell, (its alright)
Hip hop betta wake up, the bed to make up
Some of ya'll be faker than a dragon make-up
Got issues to take up before we break up
Like Electra let go miss Selida Baker
I love Jocob, the jury wont fix my place up
Gotta stay up, studio nice to cake up
Now check my flava, rich folks is now my neighbors
I got cable, now check it how i make my paper
Hip hop dont stop be my life saver
Like Kobe and Shaq if they left Lakers
And like a elevator dj on a cross fader
Black wake up i'll see yah ass later
I need rims that dont listen and boomin system
First piece of change i see im gon' get one
745 no license to drive
I aint even gotta home i gots to live in my ride, fuck it
(Rewind)
I can hear myself but i cant feel myself
I wanna feel myself like Tweet
745 no license to drive
I aint even gotta home i gots to live in my ride, fuck it
Couple of karats in my ear wont hurt
Need a nice chain layin on this thousand $ shirt
Evisu cover the rectum, i kick game just like David Beckham
Anybody in my way i wet them
Ima be this way until the cops come catch em
To detective sketch em on the sidewalk wit chalk New Yorks infections
Till i got taught a lesson
Couple niggaz gone couple wink corrections
And Marie got 10, Tie got 15 nigga even my kin
Got 5 years bringin 19 in, i just think i used to think like them
Now they gotta live through the pictures that i send em in the pen
Hope you dont start yah life where i end
Uh, what's happenin? What
Uptown, New Orleans in this bitch with VA, you understand?
With this hot girl, Missy
Fuckin with these Uptown Guerillas, you dig?
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
Do yo' thing girl
Y'all don't wanna gimme my props?
I'mma have to lick two shots on my glock
Pop-pop the enemy 'till he drop
Make his whole body go hibbie-to-the-hop
Well I won't stop 'till I get up to the top
Gotta blow any other state off the block
And I got a whole lotta chedda in my pock's
You better gimmie giimme five mics, gimme props
Say you sick of my clique and my shit
'Cause I got a whole lotta hits and no tricks
Just a bass line, few snares, few kicks
Make the whole industry wanna go and bit
I say you sit, we sit, I sit
While I go shit on a mix like this
Say you spit, I spit, we spit
But you can't fuck with a nigga like this
Check me out
- Hatin' on us but ya can't resist
If you come hard, better come legit
We gon' talk shit 'cause we confident
If you think not, then you bound to sit
Hatin' on us but ya can't resist
If you come hard, better come legit
We gon' talk shit 'cause we confident
We gon' show you so you best believe it
Y'all don't wanna put me on front
On the front page, all the shit I don' done?
Now you wanna fuck around and grade my shit?
Let's talk about the million niggas who bit
It's only one Timothy from the V.
And the whole industry goin' beep-beep
Now I gotta go change up my beats
So another nigga won't duplicate me
Yeah I got styles, got shows, videos
And my shows, it grows, it grows
And I sing, I flow, I blows
And I know y'all niggas know
When I come swift with the one-two kick
If ya got a blunt, got a light, got it lit
Yeah, don't stop, won't stop, won't quit
And I made 1.6 admit, check me out
I'm that nigga that tote them AK's
B.G. is what they call me
I be in them project hallways
Beef with me, you gon' be sorry
Me and my niggas'll shut yo' block down
We got K's so, put them glocks down
You scared to come outside
Them Hot Boys got you on lock-down
This nigga here from CMB
Roll with a clique about 20 deep
Cause I made a mill', it don't mean
I ain't gonna keep it real with my peeps
All I have is thugs in my clique
All my nigga's, they come off the street
Now all of a sudden hoe's on my dick
Cause I'm on BET and MTV
It ain't no secret, this nigga be project
Getting paid, that's what's my object
Ain't none of you nigga's gon' stop this
Cause I'm 'bout makin' a profit
I'm all about getting it locked, dog
Don't wanna be on the block, yo
Cause bitches be makin' them tye calls
While I be makin' drop offs
Mannie Fresh, he hooked me up too
To the playa hater's I say, fuck you
You needs to worry 'bout you
Instead of what to not do
Juvenile don' hooked up with Missy
Bitches gon' hate me, bitches gon' dis me
Alota you nigga's gon' miss me
I'mma be here, you gon' be history
If you come hard, better come legit
(Say what? Oh, ah huh)
If you come hard, better come legit
(Oh, uh)
We gon' show you, so you best believe
What, uh
What, what
What, what
What, what
What, what
Um hmm, Hot boys
It's all gravy
Missy
Timbaland
We out
Gimme that
Gimme that
Oh, gimme that
Gimme that
Gimme that, gimme that
Gimme that
gimme that, gimme that
Yo, you have come almost to the close of my album
but before I go I just wanna thank God for staying with me
through my ups and downs and through my whole period
of doing this album, I want to thank Timbaland who came up with
the beats and all the people who appeared on my album
[B.G.]
Uh, what's happenin'? (What)
Uptown, New Orleans in this bitch with VA, you understand?
With this hot girl, Missy
Fuckin' with these uptown gorillas, you dig?
If it dont make dollars, it dont make sense
Do your thing girl
[Missy]
Y'all don't wanna gimme my props?
I'mma have to lick two shots on my glock
Pop-pop the enemy 'till he drop
Make his whole body go hibbie-to-the-hop
Well I won't stop 'till I get up to the top
Gotta blow any other state off the block
And I got a whole lotta chedda in my pock's
You better gimmie giimme five mics, gimme props
Say you sick of my clique and my shit
'Cause I got a whole lotta hits and no tricks
Just a bass line, few snares, few kicks
Make the whole industry wanna go and bit
I say you sit, we sit, I sit
While I go shit on a mix like this
Say you spit, I spit, we spit
But you can't fuck with a nigga like this
Check me out
1 - Ain't no nutts, but ya can't resist
If you come hard, better come legit
We gon' talk shit 'cause we confident
If you think not, then you bound to sit
Ain't no nutts, but ya can't resist
If you come hard, better come legit
We gon' talk shit 'cause we confident
We gon' show you so you best believe it
[Missy]
Y'all don't wanna put me on front
On the front page, all the shit I don' done?
Now you wanna fuck around and grade my shit?
Let's talk about the million niggas who bit
It's only one Timothy from the V.
And the whole industry goin' beep-beep
Now I gotta go change up my beats
So another nigga won't duplicate me
Yeah I got styles, got shows, videos
And my shows, it grows, it grows
And I sing, I flow, I blows
And I know y'all niggas know
When I come swift with the one-two kick
If ya got a blunt, got a light, got it lit
Yeah, don't stop, won't stop, won't quit
And I made 1.6 admit, check me out
Repeat 1
[B.G.]
I'm that nigga that tote them AK's
B.G. is what they call me
I be in them project hallways
Beef with me, you gon' be sorry
Me and my niggas'll shut yo' block down
We got K's so, put them glocks down
You scared to come outside
Them Hot Boys got you on lock-down
This nigga here from CMB
Roll with a clique about 20 deep
Cause I made a mill', it don't mean
I ain't gonna keep it real with my peeps
All I have is thugs in my clique
All my nigga's, they come off the street
Now all of a sudden hoe's on my dick
Cause I'm on BET and MTV
[Juvenile]
It ain't no secret, this nigga be project
Getting paid, that's what's my object
Ain't none of you nigga's gon' stop this
Cause I'm 'bout makin' a profit
I'm all about getting it locked, dog
Don't wanna be on the block, yo
Cause bitches be makin' them tye calls
While I be makin' drop offs
Mannie Fresh, he hooked me up too
To the playa hater's I say, fuck you
You needs to worry 'bout you
Instead of what to not do
Juvenile don' hooked up with Missy
Bitches gon' hate me, bitches gon' dis me
Alota you nigga's gon' miss me
I'mma be here, you gon' be history
Repeat 1
Repeat 1
[Missy]
If you come hard, better come legit
(Say what? Oh, ah huh)
If you come hard, better come legit
(Oh, uh)
We gon' show you, so you best believe
[Timbaland]
What, uh
What, what
What, what
What, what
What, what
Um hmm, Hot boys
It's all gravy
Missy
Timbaland
We out
Gimme that
Gimme that
Oh, gimme that
Gimme that
Gimme that, gimme that
Gimme that
gimme that, gimme that
Oh, yeah
My style can’t be duplicated or recycled
This chick is a sick individual
Sick tape vol. 2
Believe it
Ho… Ho…
Let me switch up the game
I drink that cognac
Step back cause I might put it on ya
I go deep so deep till you sleep
Count sheep wake you from f***ing all week
You don’t to have to show ya
How freakish I act when im not sober
Whut up & tow up sho nuff
I ain’t scared to take it off (tell the freak to take it off)
Tipsy & I feel good (feel good)
Black dudes got big woods
Into I do it I dun it
If you really really want it then nigga stop frontin
Boy you know im your type (your type)
5’2 and wear my jeans real tight
My curves they swerve so superb
My word’s my word and I came to slurr it
We run this (run this)
We run this (run this)
We run this (run this)
Oh, oh, oh,
It don’t matter where you from it’s where you at
& if you came to freak-a-leak you better bring your hat
East coast, west coast, down south
Represent your coast
Yea we run it
Yea we run it
Yall don’t want it
Cause my coast run it
We run this s***
We run this s***
Wanna pull my hair
Break my back
Put it right money might sit in ya lap
Back to back you can’t even keep track
It’s a fact freaks like to get slap
Suck my toes & then a back rub
I don’t come to do it
I just wanna be touched
Look at how yall are makin me blush
got enough to go round ??
Wanna run that tush in a bush
Don’t my diamonds look real good
& they shine so hard that it glitters
Too many carats they look like critters
& we can do it all night
Take a flashlight you see up in my windpipe
I like the ? up in your height
I wanna know can you handle the might
We run this (run this)
We run this (run this)
We run this (run this)
Oh, oh, oh,
It don’t matter where you from it’s where you at
& if you came to freak-a-leak you better bring your hat
East coast, west coast, down south
Represent your coast
Yea we run it
Yea we run it
Yall don’t want it
Cause my coast run it
We run this s***
We run this s***
Any hustlas in the party yall (hell yea)
If you a pimp let me see you party hard (hell yea)
Oh strippers take your clothes off (hell yea)
Yall superstars
You don’t need no bodyguards (hell yea)
I roll hard
a lot of rappers say I say im way too hard
Pull up to the club in a rental car
Where the freaks at
Them freaks at the bar
Where the hard the hard drinks are
Don’t start
You don’t want beef
Don’t take it that far
With a superstar
I got my foot on the clutch
See me bounce my butt
Misdemeanor too much
& I don’t give a f***
We run this (run this)
We run this (run this)
We run this (run this)
Oh, oh, oh,
It don’t matter where you from it’s where you at
& if you came to freak-a-leak you better bring your hat
We run this (run this)
We run this (run this)
We run this (run this)
Oh, oh, oh
Represent your coast
& act like you know
Know how to act before you step your two feet in the do’
Oh, hello
Oh, you want your nails and the manicure
Oh, $5
$5 extra French tip
$5 and extra for a French tip
You trippin
oh, oh, no, no, no
You need a exfortiation
what the hell is a exfortiation
exfortiation for the feet
exfortiation for my feet
Ain’t nothing wrong with my feet
yes, the feet, the big toe
The hammer toe
ain’t nothing wrong with my toe man
Look can I get my nails done please
you want a chicken with your manicure
chicken
look I don’t want no fried rice, no egg rolls, I want a manicure
okay let me order
listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen
I ain’t got time for this bulls**t
Im outta here
you better pay me
I know you missy elliott
Ill call Wendy Williams
Ill call her tomorrow and tell her you cheap
cheap, Cheap, cheap, cheap
you can call Oprah Winfrey and tell her to pay you’re a**
Playa I ain’t cheap either im icy
So icy
You so icy
2005!
There will be no more room for yall with no originality
Woooooooooooooo!
(Verse 1)
You're the reason I don't trust no one
And I don't love no one
From the places I've come
Sad songs I've sung
All the times I've been stung
For you bring the worst out of me (Holla)
And I can't down these tears I've cried
The heaviness inside
Left me so petrified
Tried ta keep love alive
But I became too tired
Cuz you bring the worst out of me
(Eh, eh, eh, ehehay)
(Refrain)
I wish I could change the way things have gone
And start life anew and now maybe once again
I don't know anywhere but sumthin must've went wrong
And all i have to say.......
(Chorus)
Is when I sing this song
I get so teary eyed
Cuz you get under my skin
Can't let you suck me dry
I was gonna marry you, have kids for you,
Stay true to you, live life with you
But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee)
(Verse 2)
And I compromised all my time
And rearranged my life
To make sure you was fine
Cuz our love was on the line
And i became so unkind
Cuz you brought the worst out of me
(You brought the worst out)
This is (this is) how the story goes
For all those ones who know
When it's out of control
You work (work) and you work (work)
And sOmEone gets hurt
And i guess that be me.....
(When I sing)
When I sing this song
I get so teary eyed
Cuz you get under my skin
Can't let you suck me dry
I was suppose to marry you, kids for you,
Stay true to you, live life with you
But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee)
(Eh, eh, eh, ehehay)
(Refrain)
I wish I could change the way things have gone
And start life anew and now maybe once again
I don't know anywhere but somethin must've went wrong
And all i can say.......
(When I sing)
Is when I sing this song
I get so teary eyed
Cuz you get under my skin
Can't let you suck me dry
I was suppose to marry you, have kids for you,
Stay true to you, live life with you
But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee)
[Featuring Da Brat]
Do it (repeat 6X)
No (repeat 3X)
Verse One: Missy Elliott
I was lookin for affection so I decided to go
Swing that up in my direction I'll be outta control
Let's take it to perfection just you and me
Let's see if you can bring bring bring the nasty out of me
Len Len Len uhh won't you sock it 2 me
Chorus: Missy Elliott
Sock it ooh ahh
Sock it 2 me like you want to ooh
I can take it like a pro you know
Move along pro with the backstroke
My hormones jumpin like a disco
I be poppin mess like some Crisco
All you gotta say is where Missy go
And when you say go I won't move slow
Verse Two: Missy Elliott
I'm at your house around midnight, don't fall asleep
It'll just be me me me, on a late night creep
I'm gonna show you things, that you can't believe
Jump in this b-e-d, won't you sock it 2 me
Chorus 3X
Verse Three: Da Brat
Why niggas be sockin' it to em like Re-Re
the baddest bitches in the industry of the century
hit hard like penitentiary dick
finally admit it that we the shit, combination is lethal
poppin' patron with Missy in the 600 with no see-through
suffer the reprecussion
then fuckin' with shit like this we parlay puffin'
constantly makin' niggas suffer the consequence
gotta get them ends bitch
house in the Chi but I got a crib in Atlant with a Benz
might've been huffin' and puffin' but ain't tried this
got plenty of my homies that'll ride quick
besides didn't wanna bust,
load it up for when I can get enough
jealous cause I live more plush
Me and Missy leavin crews with a headrush, bring the ruckus plus I'm
tellin' 'em push, and
pickin' up profits for what I'm sellin' never gon' stop it
sockin' it to beginners and rockin' it
droppin' 'em on the spot
heat up any block or record shop
knockin' you off of your socks
we guaranteed platinum, watch two of the coldest dimepieces get hot.
I be the B-R-A-T, her be Missy
We be the bad bitches who be fuckin it up
I be the B-R-A-T, her be Missy
We be the bad bitches who be fuckin it up
I'm yo' nigga for life ba-by
Listen to ya we drive all these motherfuckers crazy
You know what I'm sayin, yeah Timbaland
I see you baby, I feel you
Sock it 2 em goddamnit
It's 9-7, this the motherfuckin bitch era
What y'all niggaz wanna do
The rat-tat-tat on that ass once more
I'm out the door motherfucker, yeah
(missy)
see i have to make a record that
give thanks to my lord savior jesus christ
alot of people are quick to criticize
for the kinda music i sing but
see that dont change the belief that i have in god u know wat im saying
cause when my friends forsake me whos there to listen to me when im complaing
nobody but him
please dont judge me cause im not perfect
(im not perfect)
and please dont judge me if im not in church on sunday
im moving (im moving on)(and im pressing) im pressing on
to the other way (to the other way to higher grounds)
im moving on im pressing on to the other way to higher grounds
(lil kim)
yo this the queen b
and i came to say a little sumthing
on my girl missy shit
now see i got sumthing to say
thats right i got a problem
i got a problem wit all yall muthafuckers out there
that got a problem wit us calling ourselves a bitch
yeah thats right i said it muthafucker bitch wat
ya see bitch is a strong word
and only strong bitches can use that muthafucken terminology
bitch
i mean if u cant wear the name
then dont try to use it
shucks
(missy)
throw ur hands up if u like to get high
make a phat beet so we can party all night
if u got beef u gotta take it outside
throw ur wrists up and lemme see ur ice shine
(repeat 1 more time)
Produced by Point Guard
Missy calls this one "Milk & Cookies" since she says it's like dessert. It's a clear â'80s throwback, complete with rave-like beats and sexy vocals. A new producer was a good choice on this one since this vibe is unlike any other track on the album.
[Featuring Timbaland]
Missy~
It's to many producers haha thats givin off these fraud beats you know
what I'm Sayin yeah yea yea Your wrose mistake is try to duplicate
anything that Timbaland makes. Ha ha aight? So you gone hear this
beat
one time and one time only. And I'm gone do a lil sssomethin on it
aight. Check it.
Girls I never wanna hang with girls. Since I turned Missy everybody
wannabe me bootie licking my ass they be kissing. Never like bitches
they way too picky. I use to know a guy name Ricky oh really. Don't
get
me mad and a somethin. Betta let yall know yall lucky cause if I come
out bucking the whole world betta be ducking. Cause I roll with Puffy
no
doubt shit turn it out get ugly. No matter what You still love me. Me
why? You buck.
Chorus:
Pass the blunts on the left end side. Pass the blunts on the left end
side. He gots the beats He got the beats that make you jump jump jump.
He got the beats He got the beats that make me rocky doddy dum.
Pass the blunts on the left end side I said pass the blunts on the
left
end side I got the rhymes I got the rhymes that make you jump jump
jump. I got the rhymes I got the rhymes that make you rocky doddy dum.
Missy~
Fellas I always kick it with fellas I get him for his figures I a.ka.
gold dig. See me with him in the jewelry store buying glitter. Should
I
not or should I? I'm a get em I'm a get em. And a girls they mad cause
I
be flossin yeah this na na costin the kind that be tossin. Know I'm
bout
and there will be no stoppin. All that junk you poppin. What's that
junk
you talkin?
Chorus
Missy~ bum bum bum bum billy billy bum bum billy billy billy billy
billy
billy bum I said pass the blunts on the left end side pass the blunts
on
the left end side.
Timbaland~
Welcome yall to Timbaland and Missy Hit factory. Alot of people try to
sneak in and get the ingredients. But I am the MAN! Behind the
ingredients. So please please come to me for the recipe baby.
Missy~
You see me on the videos and then you wanna go and play me on your
stereo. Mic check 1 - 2 - 1 -2 uh uh here I go my style is Supa Dupa
Fly
and your is So So. Ooh you see me (repeat) and fade away
What Time Is It?
[Chorus:]
Tonight it's party time
It's party time tonight (Wat time is it)
Tonight it's party time
It's party time tonight (Holla Holla)
Tonight It's party time
It's party time tonight (John D)
Tonight it's party time
It's party time tonight
Check this out!
[Verse 1:]
A lot of hip hopers yall just small talkers
Yall could risk gettin cut off like nick-a-bokers
Albums flop, yall better off playin soccer
Misdeameanor, my deaeanor me the club rocka
I flo froppa, keep my goodies in a locka
Not a artist ya ca but i'm a shotta-vodka
Private stocker number 1 game talka
When i start it up there will be not one stoppa.
F*** around and get ur dome crack like a craka
Matta fact break your bones like a chiropractor
Neva slack up, rack up and leave ya fractured
On a curve, where ya work leave ya fractured
Haters all in my face, can u please back up
Haters smilin in my face, u need 2 be an acta
be jacked, call for back up, cuz i smick smick smack ya
Now tell me who's bad
[Chorus]
Tonight it's party time
It's party time tonight (Holla Holla )
Tonight it's party time
It's party time tonight (Yes Sir)
Tonight It's party time
It's party time tonight (Cumadee)
Tonight it's party time
It's party time tonight
[Verse 2:]
Most indiviuals swear they invisible
Guys think I'm more important then the supa bowl
Rhymin is a ritual now pay me my resisual
Cuz e'rday all day ya hear me on ur stereo
I'm innocent i fool 'em make the guys lose control
I'm in the studio droppin hits from my booty hole
Ya f-in moolio yall dont wanna test me yo
Cuz when I'm done rappin, I make ya hair look like coolio
Now please cool it yo, Mideameanor real pro yo-
[Record Noise]-Frek It Frek it-
Real pro yo, wit a [Record Noise]-Frek it ill flo
I kick down doors and rock mini shows
I put a tag on ur toe and call u John Doe
Missy da name and M.E. is my initials
Forget about it like the world forgot about Sisqo
Take it 2 the club and bop, rock to the disco
Think ya outta know its about to get physical
[Chorus:]
Tonight its party time
Its party time tonight (Say what)
Tonight its party time
Its party time tonight (What time is it)
Tonight its party time
Its party time tonigt (Cumadee)
Tonight its party time
Its party time tonight (Holla)
[Bridge:]
[Jamaican Accent]
I dont care cuz i do not fear
Put a boop right straight in ya ear
Best b wear when u come around here
Dont ya dare come unprepared
Misdeameanor watch them suckas sleep sleep
Got da keys 2 da jeep jeep jeep
Misdeameanor put it pon yanique
Ride da beep pon da 1,2,3
BLOCK!
[Chorus: (Out)]
Tonight its party time
Its party time tonight
Tonight its party time
Its party time tonight
Tonight its party time
Its party time tonigt
Tonight its party time
Its party time tonight
GOT SLICK RICK IN DA HOUSE. WE DOIN BIG THINGS HERE KIDS! HIP HOPS FINEST. SLICK RICKIN 'EM
THIS IS ANOTHER MISSY ELLIOTT EXCLUSIVE
ITS ALL FOR THE LOVE
BUT THERE IS MORE THINGS THAT KEEP A MAN SATISFIED(OH COME ON)
AND I KNOW THE REMEDY JUST TO CURE HIM FROM
CHEATING EVEN IF HE TRIED HEY
PUSSY DON'T FAIL ME NOW
I GOTTA TURN THIS NIGGA OUT
SO HE DON'T WANT NOBODY ELSE
BUT ME AND ONLY ME
PUSSY DON'T FAIL ME NOW
I GOTTA TURN THIS NIGGA OUT
SO HE DON'T WANT NOBODY ELSE
BUT ME AND ONLY ME(ONLY ME)
I KNOW HE'S A MAN AND MEN HAVE INTENTIONS(INTENTIONS)
TO SLEEP WITH SOMEONE ELSE(UMM OH, OH)
BUT THAT'S WHY WHEN I MAKE LOVE TO HIM
I'M RULING(COME ON)
TRY TO GIVE HIM MY BEST(OH PLEASE) HEY
PUSSY DON'T FAIL ME NOW(FAIL ME NOW)
I GOTTA TURN THIS NIGGA OUT
SO HE DON'T WANT NOBODY ELSE(NO BODY)
BUT ME AND ONLY ME(OHHHHHH)
PUSSY DON'T FAIL ME NOW (FAIL ME NOW)
I GOTTA TURN THIS NIGGA OUT
SO HE DON'T WANT NOBODY ELSE (NO)
BUT ME AND ONLY ME
AS LONG AS THE PUSSY GOOD
ITS ALRIGHT
AINT GOTTA WORRY ABOUT MY MAN
CUZ HE KNOWS MA'S
IS ONE OF A KIND
AND THAT'S WHY HE KEEPS STAYING(STAYIN)
THE PUSSY GOOD
ITS ALRIGHT
AINT GOTTA WORRY ABOUT MY MAN
CUZ HE KNOW MA'S
IS ONE OF A KIND(COME ON)
AND THAT'S WHY HE KEEPS STAYING
LOOK MA
YEA YOU GOT THE BOMB AND WORK
THAT PRISSY STUFF
GLAD IT AINT THE GUSHY STUFF
(THAT CUSHY STUFF?)
I DON'T LIKE THE MUSHY BUTTS
I WISH WE WAS
LIKE PUFFY OVER JENNIFER
HIM AND HER
TOO MUCH LIKE I AND WE
(AND WHAT THAT MEAN?)
WE JUST LOVE THE BOOTY
ALL WE SEE IN 3D IS UM
BOOTY, BOOTY, BOOTY, BOOTY
OH REALLY
DO ME, DO ME, DO ME, DO ME
RUN THROUGH ME LIKE FLUID GO THROUGH AN IV
THAT'S GOOD IMMA MAKE SURE YOU NEVER WILL LEAVE
CAN I PUT MY BOOTY BOOTY
UP IN YOUR SPAGHETTI?
DADDY
ARE YOU READY FOR SACARY FROM ME
PUSSY GUSHY MUSHY WHAT MORE YOU WANT FROM ME
CUZ MY FEELINS HIT THE CEILING WHAT YOU WANT ME TO BE
OH PLEASE PUSSY DONT MESS IT UP FOR ME
C'MON
PUSSY DON'T FAIL ME NOW (FAIL ME NOW)
I GOTTA TURN THIS NIGGA OUT
SO HE DON'T WANT NOBODY ELSE(NOBODY ELSE)
BUT ME AND ONLY ME
PUSSY DON'T FAIL ME NOW (FAIL ME NOW)
I GOTTA TURN THIS NIGGA OUT
SO HE DON'T WANT NOBODY ELSE
BUT ME AND ONLY ME(OHHH)
MISSY SPEAKING:
PUSSY DON'T FAIL ME NOW
I GOTTA TURN THIS NIGGA OUT
SO HE DON'T WANT NOBODY ELSE
BUT ME AND ONLY ME
PUSSY DONT FAIL ME NOW
I WANNA TURN THIS NIGGA OUT
SO HE DONT WANT NO BODY ELSE
BUT ME AND ONLY ME
(feat. Mary J. Blige)
[Missy Elliott]
Check it
See I don't want to say that this is the end
I'll end by saying this is where we'll begin
Hip hop is a freedom of expression, not a freedom of depression
Can I make my one suggestion?
Look at how we're labeled gangsta rappers
Is that their only impression? WAKE UP!!!!!
Rappers are craft art in a rapper's sport
Someone like a game of basketball can't be taught
But yet we accept the name thug
Like that's fly
See how they covered our eyes?
Give us names to separate us
Sit back and watch us beef and make us hate us! SAY WHAT!?!?!
I'm done talking
Mary J. Blige, let â'em know this is not a test
I hear you calling
[Mary J. Blige]
What you hear is not a test (Oooh!)
I'm rocking to the beat (I'm rocking to the beat)
See me and my crew and my friends
We're gonna try to move your feet (Move around, move around)
See I am Mary Blige and I'd like to say, "Hello" (Thank you for inviting me)
To the black, to the white, the red and the brown, the purple and yellow.
But first you gotta...
But first you gotta...
Flip da beat
Oh yeah I'm feelin this one
You remember back in the old school days
You used to have joints like this
and you'd be up in the club dancin like your moms and your pops
Hehe, I know y'all know what I'm talkin about
So we gon' flip it like this, ooh, ooh
Before you take me out let's, have a conversation
No touchy touchy cause it might lead to havin relations
Let's get to the point, boy, no abbreviations
Don't wanna give it up too quick, I wanna build up anticipation
Once you get me will you know how to act
Will you do me right (Ooh, I need to know, I need to know)
Once you get me will you keep my pockets fat
Keep me lookin tight (Ooh, yeah)
I wanna give it some time and, get to know eachother
Let's be friends before we think about being lovers
Ain't no need to rush it, if this is forever
If you wait on this love, I promise it'll get mo' betta and betta
Flashlights (flashlight)
Neon lights (neon light)
Party rides, all night
Love me right, keep me lookin tight (lookin tight)
So nice (so nice)
Produced by Timbaland
This one will take you back to Missy's days with Ginuwine, Aaliyah, and Tweet-classy R&B; with a sensual twist, thick with a reverberating mid-tempo beat. Like a lot of current baby-making music, this one's mainly about the instrumentals rather than the lyrics, as she clearly uses vocal manipulation equipment ala T-Pain.
featuring Jazmin Sullivan
Produced by Timbaland
Missy calls this one the "summer jam," as in something easy to ride to with the top down. Very R&B; 2.0, this track is one of those hip-hop/electro mixes that takes a while to get used to.
{*scratching*} DJ please, pick up your phone
I'm on the request line {*scratching*}
This is a Missy Elliott one time exclusive
(C'mon, c'mon)
[Chorus]
Is it worth it, let me work it
I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it
Its your femme neppa vetnette
Its your femme neppa vetnette
If you got a big d***, let me search ya
To find out how hard I gotta work ya
Its your femme neppa vetnette
Its your femme neppa vetnette
[Verse 1]
I'd like to get to know ya, so I can show ya
Put the pussy on ya, like I told ya
Gimme all your numbers so I can phone ya
Your girl acting stank than call me ov-ah
Not on the bed, lay me on your sofa
Call before you come, I need to shave my cho-cha
You do or you don't or you will or you won't cha
Go downtown and eat it like a vul-cha
See my hips and my tips don'tcha
See my ass and my lips don'tcha
Lost a few pounds in my whiffs for ya
This the kinda beat that go wa-ta-ta
Ra-ta-ta-ta, ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
Sex me so good I say blah-blah-blah
Work it! I need a glass of wat-ah
Boy oh boy its good to know ya
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
If you're a fly gyal, get your nails done
Get a pedicure, get your hair did
Boy lift it up, lets make a toast-ah
Lets get drunk, its gon bring us clos-ah
Don't I look like a Halle Berry post-ah?
See dem Belvedere playin tricks on ya
Girlfriend wanna be like me nev-ah
You won't find a bitch that's even bett-ah
I make it hot as Las Vegas weath-ah
Listen up close while I take you backwards
{*"Watch the way Missy like to take it backwards" - backwards*}
I'm not a prostitute but I can give you whatchu want
I love your braids and your mouth full of funk
Love the way my ass ba-bump ba-bump bump
Keep your eyes on my ba-bump ba-bump bump
And think you can handle this ga-donk ga-donk donk
Take my thong off and my ass go boom
Cut the lights off so you see what I can do
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Boys, boys, all type of boys
Black, white, Puerto Rican, Chinese boys
{??} thanga thang, {??} thanga thang
Girls, girls, get that cash
If its 9 to 5 or shakin ya ass
Ain't no shame ladies, do your thang
Just make sure you ahead of tha game
Just cause I got a lot of fame sup-ah
Prince couldn't get me change my name papa
Kunta Kinte, enslave a game, no sir
Picture black sayin, "Oh yessuh massa"
Picture Lil' Kim dating a pastor
Minute man, big men can outlast ya
Who is the best? I don't have to ask ya
When I come out, you won't even matt-ah
Why you act dumb like ughhh, duh
So you act dumb like ughhh, duh
And the drummer boy go pa-rum pa-pum pum
Give ya some some some of this Cinnabon
[Chorus]
To my fellas, ooooh
Good God, I like the way you work that
{*scratching*}
To my ladies, woo
You sure know how to work that, good God
[1:36 long skit precedes the actual song]
[Elliott] Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
[scratch] Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
[Elliott] Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
[Speak'n'Spell - vowel sounds]
[Elliott] Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
[scratch] Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh - so sick!
[Elliott] Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
[scratch] Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
[Speak'n'Spell - vowel sounds]
[Missy]
Timbo, what they do
They try to be like Missy but they have no clue
On how I'm spittin over beats the way I move
I move so smooth in my shell toe shoes
Now put the needle on the record, show'n'prove
Since ninety-two I came to win and never lose
They try to stop a chubby chick from comin through
My belly out and sellin out these venues
My skills, will fulfill, those who drink booze
My attitude is super cool like I'm subdued
And those who fake I take on you and your dudes
I rule the streets I break 'em down with no tools
And Misdemeanor give the finger to y'all fools (HOLLA!)
Whoever doubted that I'm 'bout it check the news
And if you snooze on me this year your ass will lose
Cause I will bruise, my loose screws is like ooh
When I come out get your release dates moved
[Chorus: Missy]
This year y'all gon' all lose sleep
I break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin
[scratched] This year y'all gon' all lose sleep
This year y'all gon' all lose sleep, when I
break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin (BIG SHOUT OUT TO TIMBERLAND)
This year you hear a real MC, when I
[slowed up] break break b-b-break break break...
[Missy]
I flow over a beat that make a chick weave blow
And those who try to compete to the wall I throw
So I drop it low, 808 kick low
Like oh oh-oh oh, oh oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Mr. Mos', this beat he compose
While I kill the track, leave your ears decomposed
Fake rappers, this year your lies will be exposed
Like oh oh-oh oh, oh Missy steal the show-ow-ow
Spit on breakbeats, make rappers lose sleep
Make labels unable drop they artists on leak
I keep 'em knee deep, need me, be me
Hardly, and basically, I do it nice and slow-ow-ow
[slowed]
I'm slowin, the track down, so you don't miss the shit
that Misdemeanor talkin like that chronic get you super high
[Chorus: Missy + (Mike Jones)]
This year y'all gon' all lose sleep
I break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin
This year you hear a real MC
[scratch] Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
This year y'all gon' all lose sleep, when I (MIKE JONES! WHO?)
break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin (MIKE JONES! WHO? MIKE JONES!)
This year you hear a real MC (GEYEAH!)
Break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin
[Mike Jones]
See I'm a pimp that's on my grind, I hustle like all the time
I speak what's on my mind, my teeth'll make you blind
My heat'll lay you down, whenever you come around
Forsaken out there mistreated your life'll be deleted
Cause I don't play dat, you know I don't play dat
Wherever you talkin noise is where you gon' lay at
I'm "Supa Dupa Fly" like Missy Missy
Before the fame majors used to diss me
But now I'm on top, I'm hot I can't stop
Before my deal came my shows was sold out
House been on the hill, diamonds been in my grill
I'm trill like U.G.K., you know I keep it real
I'm who, Mike Jones, WHO? Mike Jones
WHO? Mike Jones and I can't be cloned
2-8-1, 3-3-oh, 8-zero-zero-fo'
That's my cell phone number, hit me on the low
I got
[Missy]
Hold up, I see a lot of folks in here sittin 'round like your shoes too tight
If you wear a size 10, don't cram yo' shit up in a size 6 ladies
Be proud of yo' big-ass feet
We came to party up in this bitch
[over the melody of Slick Rick's song "Lick the Balls"]
[Slick Rick]
It's entertainment time!!!! Wooo
Got Missy Elliott in the house, got Slick Rick in the house
We doin big things here kids
Hip-Hop's finest, Slick Slick Slick Rick an' M
[scratched] Slick Rick an' M
Go Missy, go Missy, go Missy, go Missy
[scratched] Slick Rick an' M
[Missy Elliott]
Excuse me Mr. Lawrence, you look nice
Simply delicious, Missy want some kisses
Let's go to the crib, get cozy in the nude
And "Treat Me Like a Prostitute"
Now pardon me sir, I'm such a real lady
Ride in Mercedes to make the bitches hate me
Cruise up and down one-two-fifth
Lookin for a guy like you to get with
[beat changes]
I seen this cutie pie, so I pulled beside him
Seen the size of his feet, so I couldn't deny him
Might as well try him, the freak that I am
M dot S-E always grindin'
[Missy - singing]
Please don't think I'm crazy (oooooh)
But boy you are supa fine (do it to me, do it to me)
[Slick Rick] Thank you Missy
Irresistible delicious (oooooh) HOLLA
Enough to make me lose my mind
[Slick Rick] Yeah
Know I really want it
[scratched] Slick Slick Slick Rick an' M
Now I want it, yeah
Don't make me wait oh no - no don't make me wait oh no
[Slick Rick] Missy
No longer will I pretend
[Slick Rick] Slick Rick in the house
Let's get it on cause we both grown
[Slick Rick]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[beat changes back]
Intelligent, delicate, watch how the fella get
Bump into my homegirl in Miami, Missy Elliott
Green blush on her eyelid, hi Miss!
Gave honey a hug I feel her touchin my privates
Aw shuck I guess, main course is in I said
You know I'm married?
-- Yeah and what's that supposed to mean?
-- Proposition for you Ruler
Procede on
-- Well I got a track I need you spit a mean 16 on
-- You with it?
Down to bless one and I left one
The Hit Factory, later on around eleven
With my notebook, and pencil, I slides on in
I see her lookin mighty sexy and the lights all dim
-- Have a drink
The booze and the karmy go oddly
After havin a drink I start to feel unusually horny
Swellin stone, or well writ poems
Busy poundin like I'm tryin to break off pelvis bones
[beat changes]
[Missy - singing]
Please don't think I'm crazy (oooooh)
[Slick Rick] Slick Rick is in the house
But boy you are supa fine (do it to me, do it to me)
[Slick Rick] Thank you Missy
Irresistible delicious (oooooh) HOLLA
Enough to make me lose my mind - lose my mind
Know I really want it - and now I want it
Don't make me wait oh no - no don't make me wait oh no
No longer will I pretend
[Slick Rick] Boss of the females
Let's get it on cause we both grown
[Slick Rick] Recognize, recognize
[beat changes back]
[Missy Elliott]
Excuse me sir, oh gosh you look young
But old enough to get it to get yo' head sprung
Sit down relax, it's soft here on my couch
Or give me hands strictly you might get turned out
Cutie pie, 'til I sit beside him
Nice shoe size, how could I deny him
Big bankroll to help me retire
Me and him together smell like big empire
Don't treat me like a prostitute
Unless you're givin me some money makin sure I look cute
But don't treat me like a prostitute
Unless you're givin me some money makin sure I look cute
[Missy - singing]
Please don't think I'm crazy (oooooh)
[scratched] Please don't think I'm crazy (oooooh)
[scratched] But boy you are supa fine (do it to me, do it to me)
[scratched] Fi-fi-fine
[beat slows and fades out]
yeah whats the deal ya'll this missy elliott givin ya'll magazine writer's
radio cats listers or plain old haters a small piece of my album which is
titled under construction under consrtuction simply states that im a work in
progress im working on myself you know uh every since Aaliyah passed i view
life in a uh more valuable way looking at hate and anger gossip or just plain
ol bullshit became ignorant to me when you realize in a blink of a eye you
walking down a church aisle and that was meant for weddings and happiness and
realize the same church aisle are used to view a loved one for the last time
from the world trade families the left eye family big pun family you know
biggie family pac family to the hip hop family we all under construction trying
to rebuild you know ourselves hip hop done gained respect from you know not
even respect form but just like rock and roll and it took us a lot of hard work
to get here so all that hatin and animosity between folks you need to kill it
with a skillet you don't see bill gates and donald trump arguing wit each other
cuz both of them got paper and the they got better shit to do get more paper so
all im sayin is lets take hip hop back to the rope follow me
Hey yo Mary, I need you to vibe with me on this one.
Check it
As I grab my pad and pen and begin to talk from within
Oh god my eyes they water like a preacher whos sinned
I'm only human but, the world has put me on a platform since the day I was born to only wait for my downfall but like a brick wall I'm too hard to break.
Okay I do make mistakes but I'm the realest from the fake.
Thats why I'm the hardest to hate.
Aaliyah baby girl I've learned to love those why they're still awake sleep sleep
And prepare a place for those who are good in the projects and hood
gifted or misunderstood
I know Lisa Pac and Biggy and Jay and Pun are still number one
there will be more of us to come.
I am a leader, teacher, a guider, like a single parent provider
puttin back those hiphop dividers like a priest with a back slider.
I sin but I win
And anyone we've lost in life in 9/11 we'll be sure to see again
Mary J Blige
What you hear is not a test I'm rockin to the beat see me and my crew and my friends we're gonna try to fool the beat.
See I am Mary Blige and I'd like to say hello to the black to the white the red and the brown the purple and yellow
But first you gotta
But first you gotta
Ay yo yo yoyo yoyoyoyo
Ay yo yo yoyo yoyoyoyo
Ay yo yo yo yo
Ay yo Missy
I just came out here a hour & twenty five minutes
on one of them Gilligan island shits of New York & Virginia
Word up!to visit your ass,and you playin' shit like this up in my ears.
What the fuck you think you doin' thinkin' I ain't gonna get on this
mutha fucka before I bounce.
Yo check this out,let me hit you with this real shit real quick Missy.
One shot baby just let me do my shit for a minute on your shit.
Check it out.
Ah hahahah!
I continue to disreguard all of ya'lls opinian
Ahah!Blast! your whole ass into oblivian,eheaha,makin' New York with
virgin-akins.
Eheh,this shit be baggin',eheh.
If you disagree,Uhah!,before I smoke this,& get a little drunk and a
little pissy,when I finish my music Ima make all ya'll mutha fuckas miss
me!
See who is he,that girl right there who is she?
It's Busta Ruhmes and Missy,niggaz when ya come around Missy don't act
like a fuckin' sissy.
No chicken headz allowed here,no time for the kissy kissy,and when they
askin' who is he?
I be Busta Ryhmes the pheneminal of get busy,strictly major
effected,ya'll niggaz know the drilly,we gettin' money togetha,trackin'
stacks and then countin' em
Ya'll niggaz stay tuned for the rest of my homegirl Missy's album
Word up!Flip Mode is the mutha fuckin' squad!
Busta Ryhmes commin' in right here with this quick lil' drop on ya.
Ah yo ya'll niggaz stay focussed!Keep ya eyes and ears on this
fulfillin' shit,Missy be numba one!
Blossumin',like beautiful flowers on ya'll mutha fuckas!
Stay Tuned.
We've been through things, feels like we've been to hell and back
And the ones you've lost, I'd give my life if I could bring them back
(bring them back, I'd give my life)
And your self esteem might be low from what people say (keep holding on)
Hold your head up high, I promise it's gonna be ok (ay, oh hey)
I'm not perfect just like you (I'm not perfect)
So come on let me give you a hug (come on let me give you a hug)
I got problems just like you (I got problems)
So don't nobody sit here and judge (just like you)
I'm not perfect just like you (we're gonna stick together)
So come on let me give you a hug (let's stick together)
I got problems just like you (woo, ooh, yeah)
And everybody needs some love
When you're feeling bad, some friends they can't be found
(look around, look around, be found)
Cause some people love it just to see you when you're down (down, yeah)
But it's ok, pick yourself up, start over again (that's what you gotta do)
If you try you will, you will succeed in the end
(the end, I know you will, oh yeah)
I'm not perfect just like you
So come on let me give you a hug (come on and let me give you)
I got problems just like you (I got problems)
So don't nobody sit here and judge (oh, yeah)
I'm not perfect just like you (no, no, no, no)
So come on let me give you a hug (come on and let me give you a hug)
I got problems just like you
And everybody needs some love
Shake a hand, shake a hand y'all, come on (oh shake somebody's hand)
To every woman, every man y'all, come on (oh, to every woman, every man)
Tell a friend, tell a friend y'all (ooh, shake a hand with someone)
Cause united we stand y'all (united we stand, by body we fall)
I'm not perfect just like you
(I'm not perfect, I've been through some things too)
I'm not perfect just like you
I'm not perfect just like you (ohh)
I'm not perfect just like you (ohh)
Ohh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
See, I had to make a record that
Give thanks to my Lord Savior in Jesus Christ
A lot of people are quick to criticize me
for the kind of music I sing but
See they don't change the belief
hat I have an God, yaknowhatI'msayin?
Cause when my friends forsake me
who's there to listen to me without complaining?
Nobody but Him, uhhh
Please don't judge me
Cause I'm not perfect (I'm not perfect)
And please don't judge me if I'm not in church on Sunday
I'm movin' (I'm movin' on)
And I'm pressin' (I'm pressin' on)
To the other way (To the other way)
Ohhhh (to, higher, ground)
I'm pressin' (I'm movin' on)
I'm movin' (I'm pressin' on, yea)
Tooooo (to the other way)
Missy came correct when it comes to street politics on this one, as she reminds us of where hip-hop's been and how far it's come. The most thought-provoking track thus far, the basic, yet catchy beat takes a backseat to her preaching.
â-Rajul Punjabi in New York
Yo, yo yo move out of the way
We got missy Elliott coming through
Girl that is missy Elliott she lost a lot of weight
Girl I heard she eats one cracker a day
Oh well I heard the bitch was married to Tim and started fucking with Trina
I heard the bitch got hit with three zebras and a monkey
I can't stand the bitch no way
When I walk up in the piece
I ain't gotta even speak
I'm a bad mamajama goddammit motherfucker you ain't gotta like me
How you studying these hoes
Need to talk what you know
And stop talking bout who I'm sticking and licking jus mad it ain't yours
I know ya'll poor ya'll broke
Ya'll job jus hanging up clothes
Step to me get burnt like toast
Muthafuckas adios amigos
Halves halves wholes wholes
I don't brag I mostly boast
From the VA to the LA coast
Iffy kiffy izzy oh
Musi ques
I sews on bews
I pues a twos on que zat
Pue zoo
My kizzer
Pous zigga ay zee
Its all kizza
Its always like
Its all kizza
Its always like
Na zound
Wa zee
Wa zoom zoom zee
When I pull up in my whip
Bitches wanna talk shit
I'm driving I'm glad and I'm styling
in these muthafuckas eyes did you see it?
I'm gripping these curbs
Skuur, did ya heard
I love em, my fellas, my furs
I fly like a bird
Chicken heads on the prowl
Who you trying fuck now
Naw you ain't getting loud
Better calm down for I smack your ass down
I need my drums bass high
Has to be my snare strings horns and
I need my Tim sound
right, left
Izzy kizzy looky here
I don't go out my house shorty
You just waiting to see
Who gon roll up in the club and then report that next week
Just wanna see who I am fucking boy
Sniffing some coke
I know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio
Yeah, uh huh, okay
Once upon a time in College Park
Where they live life fast and they scared of dark
There was a little nigga by the name of Cris
Nobody paid him any mind
No one gave a shit
Knowing he could rap
No one lifted a hands
So he went about his business and devised a plan
Made a CD and then he hit the block
50 thousand sold
Seven dollars a pop
Hold the phone
Three years later
Steeped out the swamp
With ten and a half gators
All around the world on the microphone
Leaving the booth smelling like Burberry cologne
Still riding chrome
Got bitches in the kitchen
Never home alone
And he's on the grind
Please let me know if he's on your mind
And respect you'll give me
Ludacris I live loud just like Timmy
Fuck, have to clear these rumors
I got a headache and it's not from tumors
Get up on my lap and get my head sucked tight
Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs bight
Hard to the core
Core to the right
Drop down turn around pick a bale of cotton
Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for real
I know I know, I don't even care about her beign preganant by Michael Jackson
You know what we should do
We should go get her alvum when it comes out
There she go, there she go, there she
Heeeey Misssy
Hi Missy?
What's up fools?
You think I aint knowin yall broke Milli Vanilli
Jay Jay fan wannabes aint over here gossiping bout me?
Yo how bout you buff these Pumas for 20 cents so your lights wont get cut off
You soggy breasts, cow stomachs
Yo take those baby GAP shirts off, too
You just mad cuz Payless ran out of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo by the way, go get my album
(missy)
HOLLA
Missy be puttin it down
HOLLA
Missy be puttin it down
HOLLA
Missy be puttin it down
I'm the hottest round
I told y'all moter-uhh
Y'all can't stop me now
Listen to me now
I'm lastin twenty rounds
and if you want me PEOPLE
then come on get me now (YES)
Is you with me now (YES)
then biggie biggie bounce (YES)
I know you dig the way I sw-sw-switch my style
(HOLLA!!)People sing around (YES)
Now people gater round,now people jump around
[Chorus-repeat 2X]
get your freak on,go
get your freak on,go
get your freak on,go
get your freak on,go HOLLA
get your freak on,go
get your freak on,go
getcha getcha getcha getcha getcha freak on HOLLA
(four second pause)
[Missy]
THAT YOUR CHICK?People you don't know?
Me and Timbaland been hot since twenty years ago
What da dilly yo,now what da drilly yo
If you wanna battle me then PEOPLE let me know
(HOLLA!!)Got to feel it son HOLLA
Lemme throw you some HOLLA
got the feeling son HOLLA
let me throw you some
[Chorus]
[Missy]
QUITE!!!!!!! Sssshhhhhh,hush yo' mouth
QUITE!!!!!!! Sssshhhhhh hush yo' mouth
I know you feel me now (YES)I know you hear me loud (YES)I scream it loud and proud (YES)Missy gon' blow it down (YES)
People gon' play me now (YES) in and outta town (YES) Cause im the best around(YES) with this crazy style
go,go,go,go,go get your freak on
get your freak on
get your freak on
get your freak on
get your freak on
get your freak on
getcha,getcha,getcha,getcha,getcha freak on
[Chorus]
Close your eyes
Visualize
Space and I verbalize
You chastize
But can't stop my enterprise
Put your rhymes in a line
Put your raps in a stack
I'll break you and your singer like Jinga
I mean um
I spit like knee
On you this tight thing
Space nine enferno
One verbs be frightening
And for the sword fights tonight
My entourage is in camoflauge
Remove your mask
Let down your visage
But don't slip up
Cause when I was in my ship
That's when I get ripped up
The whole world
Fuck it
G-S-E committee
Got your panties shitty
Click you sick
Callosso with itty bitty
Space and Missy
Sip my style till your pissy
Virgina bitch galactic
I be writing, writing, writing rhymes everyday
Don't you say no more you don't want to battle
Said I'm writing rhymes, writing rhymes everyday
Don't you say no more you don't want to battle
Mama, Daddy, you ain't, ready
Act like you know me
Fly, as friends be
Sizzling, I'm chilling
Man, you twisting
You sissy, you dis me
You wish we was fucking tight
Auntie, Papa, Smoke lala
Hallah, fala, don't bother to swalla
This bottle of remmy, got plenty
Of weed
So give me, give me, give me, give me, give me, please
See's, no one, fly like these
Bees from over seas, we scratch our knees
Please, little one, please
You know my rhymes get tight
When I smoke all night (chorus comes in)
We high tech like Timbo's
Slap faces of dirty hoes
N-Y-M-B-A
Dirty combo when we play
Swirl like the milky way
Deep like my black hole
I oppose, to expose
Chemical gases up your nose
Fade away like ozone
Quazars, moves and shit
Hey yo Missy, where da clip?
I think I need a hit
Shitty bees up in da place
Wanna be down with whoever
Be all up in his face but aint even on the level
I pull your wig back
Let of steam like nasty pools
That heat be to hot
Melt down, now up in pot
Count down, 3-2-1, lift off
Now over tize, Venus we circlize
And mars we tantalize
Comatize like Hale-Bopp
Smoking trees non stop
Then I send a televize from satelite on Nightline
Yeah, wouldn't you like to get away
To the moon
We shine like stars
Lock down like metal bars
My style is a one-in-a-million
I flow on and on and on
My rhymes give you a really good feeling
This is the information for
For where you can send the flowers
Its for Aaliyah
Ill give you the phone number in case you need it
Ok we'll see you
Take care of yourself
I love you
Bye bye
I been checkin on your moms and dad
And your brother sister since the day you left
Passed on and went away with God
But for your mom its been
So damn hard
I hate to even hear her cry
Aaliyah she asked me why
Would a baby girl go this way
Can you give me better words to say
One day she'll see you again
With the same old beautiful smile
Long hair and the voice of a hummingbird
You'll be singing them same old songs
Aalyiah can you hear me
I hope that you're proud of me
Me and Tim we been doing our thing
But Its never been the same
Since you had to go
I aint never met a friend
More incredible
I know you in real good hands
With God but damn I miss you
Aayliah if you see Left Eye will you tell her
That me and Boz miss her too
Cuz no ones gunna fill her space
TCL not replace
Yall the reasons we learned to love
Fly high with your 22 doves
One day we'll see her again
With the same old beautiful smile
Crazy but sexy cool
She'll be rapping them same old songs
Lisa can you hear me
We hope that you're proud of us
TLC has come along way
But its never been the same
Since you had to go
Cuz the healing process will be long and slow
Aaliyah I know you in a safer place
You face to face with the creator
And Ill make up
And if you and Left-Eye have been to chat tell her
Me and Teone we know that she much safer
If you see Biggie Smalls up in the clouds tell him
Hes still the illest MC we had around
2pac there is only one
Big Pun RIP we say one
One day we'll see yall again
With the same old beautiful smiles
All styles so many styles
And yall be doing the same old things
The last time we seen ya
We hope yall can change the world
Let them see how short life be
It would never be the same since you had to go
[Missy]
Uhh, yo
This is for my motherfucking club heads, you feel me?
AAAAOOW!!
[Missy]
People, gangstas, and pimps and people
Smokin that deeper reefer
Up in the club wit speakers
I had some base and tweeters
DJ is jockin needle
Sweat till I catch a fever
Call me the illest diva
Yo I'm on FIRE!!!!!
People go head and drink up
Get in the club get fucked up
See me you got get lucked up
Someone to touch your rubber
Show me some love, strip off your clothes, and take off your socks
[Missy]
The party's jumpin, I see something fine
Boy I wanna kiss you, but I'm just too shy
Let me dance with you, let me wear you out
Here's a glass of orange juice, let's go X it out
The music's bangin, way down in my soul
When you dance behind me, I lose all control
Make me grind my hips, make me move my waist
When the music comes on, you take my breath away
HOOK:
This is for my people, my party people
This is for my people, my motherfucking people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down
This is for my people, my party people
This is for my people, my ecstasy people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down
[Missy]
I'm at the bar now, and I'm buying drinks
And I got this feeling, and it's all over me
I wanna dance with you, and lick your face
Take me on the dance floor to feel some ecstasy
The vibe is right now, and I'm bout to score
Mr. DJ can you, play this joint once more
Cuz I see the man I want, I want him right away
I'm look him right in his face and say dance with me
HOOK
[Missy]
Freak that, come here baby, grab me from the back
Baby you the mack, and you know that
Put the needle on the track skip that, flip that, bring the beat back
Freak that, come here baby, grab me from the back
Baby you the mack, and you know that
Put the needle on the track, skip that, flip that, bring the beat back
Uno... dos... tres...
Uno... dos... tres...
Uno... dos... tres...
Uno... dos... tres...
[Eve]
Can't stand when a nigga fuckin up my plans
All night liquored up while I'm tryin to dance
Drunk, and his breath stink, freaky with his hands
Cocky with his mouth please like he got a fan
Can't stand when a bitch all in my side
I don't even know her and she all up in my light
Givin me the side eye like she wanna fight
Philly known for boxing bitch better get it right
Can't stand when a DJ fuckin up the song
Know I'm tryin to shake my ass all night long
Cuttin up the same shit all night long
High 'fore I got there, now my shit is blown
Can't stand when it aint jumpin like I want
Cats that try to stop my fun, take away my blunt
I don't give a fuck he aint gon' take away my fun
See him when this shit is over, make a nigga run, uh
HOOK
feat. M.I.A., Vybz Kartel
[Intro: Vybz Kartel]
Yo, what some more feel like
Dem know seh when dem see Missy Elliott and Vybz Kartel
Dem career nuh start well, gunshot send dem to hell, forty five askel
[Missy Elliott]
WOO!!! HA!!!! Sak Passe!!!
WOO, WOO, WOO, WOO!!! HA!!! AHHH!!!!!
[Verse 1: Missy Elliott]
What dem do dem rude badman (Badman)
Dem nuh want mi shoot badman (Badman)
Tell dem, dem be one dead man (Badman)
If dem (?) boy play badman
Smash di place, smash di place, smash di place, smash di place (WOO!!!)
Smash di place, smash di place, smash di place, smash di place (HA!!!)
What dem do dem rude bad gal (Bad gal)
Dem get shot dem play bad gal (Bad gal)
Body drop dem not bad gall (WOO!!!)
When dem stop gimme pop bad girl (HA!!!!)
Knock dem out, knock dem out, knock dem out, knock dem out
Knock dem out, knock dem out, knock dem out, knock dem out
[Bridge: Missy Elliott]
Drums!!!! WOO!!! Drums!!!
[Verse 2: Vybz Kartel] (Missy Elliott)
Like a nozzle plus a hippie, yeah, Vybz Kartel and Missy, yeah
Playa hater punk a get kicked until dem dizzy
If yuh real badman nuh fraid fi buss gun (WOO!!!)
When mi a come up don't stand up just run
Mi mek blood stain fi get a custom
(BLOCKA BLOCKA!!!!) First serve to first come (HA!!!)
AK rifle this mi long gun
Magnum four four caliber mi hand gun
One shot shift dock couple plane land down (HA!!!)
Bulletproof buss up like a condom
General real badman, we a di general real badman
Decorated with hearts of metal, we have a hand that's made of metal
General real badman, we a di general real badman
Decorated with hearts of metal, we have a hand that's made of metal
[Bridge: Missy Elliott] (Vybz Kartel)
Yes! Smash di place, smash di place, WOO!!! (Forty five askel)
[Verse 3: M.I.A.] (Missy Elliott)
(Ho!) Some bad mi nuh like to play
Dem nuh worry mi when they say
They nuh like mi mi nuh like they
I be wilder than Tim McVeigh
Fuck 'em all and that's what I say
Now I see that it ain't easy
Everyone plays a part in our day
Humpty Dumpty we need every piece play
Some people are rude on the low though
They gonna get shook to the floor (WOO!!!)
Some people are rude on the low though
They gonna get hurt lot more (Yes)
Some people are rude on the low though
Gonna get hit to the floor (Drums!!!)
[Bridge: Missy Elliott]
HA!!! Fire Baby!!!
[Outro: Missy Elliott]
Dem nuh want test I dem die, bwoy mi know I dem try
Smash it up see mi nickel plated nine
Buck dem buck dem straight to mi eye
Buck dem down, buck dem down...
Verse One:
You never know a good thing till I'm gone
You spending many many nights home alone
You won't be seing me around your way
No No
And if you don't get it together
Baby I can't stay
Chorus:
Don't be commin' in my face
Tryin to tell me you love me
You shoulda thought once or twice
Sacrifice and make it right
It's the thing that you do
Make me not love you
Go this way and you'll see
Get no other love like me
Verse Two:
You never know I'm for real till I leave
And when I pack up my clothes don't be calling me
You won't be seing me
Anymore
No, no
Cause when I'm long, long gone
I won't be back in this door
Chorus
Verse Three:
To my east side people to my west side
To all my bitches who sat home crying
Over these niggas and over these fellows
Shake em off like Jello
To my east side people to my west side
To all my bitches who sat home crying
Over these niggas and over these fellows
Shake em off like Jello
Chorus
Verse Four:
I used to stick closer to your side then a beeper
Till you smoked that cheaper reefer
Now you loony as fita, cheddar
Don't say a word
Yep I got tha word
Yeah I heard it from a little bird
Now I'm out the door
My four four
You don't know?
Get your bags and your things take the door
Don't take this shit no more
When you leave
You can leave out the back door
Missy Talking:
Fucker
Stupid niggas
Who always think they can play somebody
Ya'll know who ya'll are
Tryin to run about 3-4-5 women at one time
Now you wanna come back all in our faces
Tellin me how much you love me and all that bullshit
Whatever man
Fuck you
Alright, I'm out
Uhh, 3000 baby, uh huh, ooh, raunchy, raunchy
Good riddance, to niggas and bitches bullshittin
I house MC's like baths and full kitchens, ready or not
Doc,hood lynchin, icey flows, I wrtie with wool mittens
Its two not one, Missy dot dot com, come once in the blue like free hot lunch
So once its on, turn it up, chickens flockin in
Shoppin at birds are us, murderous, don't blame me, blame the music
I write with napalms in my hands, flame the fuses, like ca psss, off you go
I'm nice battin, I practice when the park is closed
I'm that man who squats out of jeeps and vans
Jump to roof to roof on the TV cam, I fuck a model
I go out with the cheapest tramps, pussy have me trippin
Like Kima, Keisha and Pam, I remain cool like, like open hous on a school night
Animal House gettin thrown out for food fights, PPP strictly don't give a fuck
An Brick City niggas strictly don't give a fuck
Let me intervene, come between, like dick through your jeans
Hang down to your knees, its mwa the don-wan, carry on, D.A.N to the danger
Y'all MC's in a whole lot of danger, change up all your rhymes you need beats
My beats you see completely unique, forgive thee
See its the shots of Henessey thats in me, Reggie Noble through after me
It takes two to tingle, and two to fuck
I done fucked in Range Roves to Isuzu trucks,used to move weight
Now you makin moves to duck, built solid without bolts, screws and nuts
Pussy tight jiffy lube it up, Doc came up, hoes use to hang up
Now my arm close hang up, my crew is deeper than Karl Kani pockets
We don't buy bullets, we ask what size rockets, for thee occasion
One shot will have you ravin', like Symone when the four four is blown
Two minutes later I'll make it hotter, snap you from the vine
To my um blada a boom glada
So what you wanna do, what you wanna do
Yo I got the chicken, the brew taken next, an much room Def Squad in the house
Drop you drawers, tell your boyfriend ease up, and park his car
I'm from the south you better watch your mouth, Its the M.I
The S.I, if you try then you die, I don't take no mercy on you suckers so
Would you still be in love baby, if I cut your throat, cut the jokes
I ain't got no love for yo, no friends with those, who imitate me ya bold
My style I own, I'ma have to steal your flow, you know me Joe
I gotta say no more, BITCH!
Thats right nigga, Its Misdemeanor here, Redman, Timbaland uhh
Slim Shady [4X]
Well I do pop pills, I keep my tube socks filled
and pop the same shit that got Tupac killed
Spit game to these hoes, like a soap opera episode
and punch a bitch in the nose, til her whole face explodes
There's three things I hate: girls, women and bitches
I'm that vicious to walk up, and drop-kick midgets
They call me Boogie Night, the stalker that walks awkward
Stick figure, with a dick bigger than Mark Wahlberg
Comin through the airport, sluggish, walkin on crutches
Hit a fuckin
in her [stomach] with luggage
It's like a dream I can't snap out, I black out, and back out
I'm lookin for someone "of" to beat the crap "out"
I'm bringin you rap singers two middle fingers
I flip you off in French, then translate in English
Then I'ma vanish off the face of the planet and come back
speakin so much Spanish, Pun can't even understand it
Won't you busa rhyme for me boy .. Slim Shady
Yeah
Won't you busa rhyme for me boy .. Slim motherfuckin Shady
Yeah
Won't you busa rhyme for me boy .. Slim Shady
Yeah
Won't you busa rhyme for me boy ..
I had a huge attitude, started off staticky
Mad at you, had you mad at me automatically (one more time)
I'm not a commodity, I'm an oddity
who oddly enough developed himself a Halloween following
It's so big, if I counted up all the freaks who follow me
I'd probably owe Ozzy Osbourne an apology
College girls, live in an alcoholic's world
full of earl, head twirls every time the toilet swirls *flush*
Covered in throw-up, and I refuse to grow up
I won't budge, I still tell a grown-up to shut up (SHUT UP!)
I made this rap game suspenseful, cause now I got a impulse
to give you insults wrote with a pencil (bitch)
and waste the paper on you, choppin down the oakwood
Cause everything that you wrote in your notebook was no good
And as long as I stay in the studio and keep cuttin
You motherfuckers are puttin your words together for nuttin
Won't you busa rhyme for me boy .. Slim Shady
What's the deal?
Won't you busa rhyme for me boy .. Slim motherfuckin Shady
Yeah.. who?
Won't you busa rhyme for me boy .. Slim Shady
What's the deal?
Won't you busa rhyme for me boy ..
Turn the music up, we gon' wake the neighbors
We gon' get high, we gon' roll to Vegas
Me and Slim Shady, on some shit daily
What you want what you got is it hot? (Is it hot?)
Turn the music up, we gon' wake the neighbors
We gon' get high, we gon' roll to Vegas
Me and Slim Shady, on some shit daily
What you want (yo) what you want (yo) ahh uhh yo
"A person from another planet might disagree with you"
"Well if you want my opinion, it comes from right here on Earth"
Slim Shady.. Misdemeanor..
Timbaland.. Slim Shady..
Misdemeanor..
I'm homicidal, and suicidal with no friends
Holdin a gun with no handle, just a barrel at both ends
Sprayin tecs at you until you see your fuckin legs
with the bullet holes and the exit wounds layin next to you
(AHH!) Fuckin mad dog, foamin at the mouth
Fuck mouth, my whole house, is foamin at the couch
Jumped out of the 93rd floor of a building
and shot every window out on the way down to the ground (KEEP FILMING!)
Woke up to a hospital staff, got up and laughed, chopped em in half
Suffocated the oxygen mask
Shit if I get any higher, I'ma get the East and West beefin again
Slide back to Detroit and stand in the crossfire
Y'all better call the police 'fore I kill this track
Don't shoot Missy!!! Get back
Uhh, I'ma put you all in the line
Uhh, and I'ma watch you MC's die
Yo mommy, mommy, Missy done lost her mind!
I think somebody done pissed her off this time!
Yo, I'ma have to bust you through your chest and
uhh, you will have to clean up the mess (uh-huh)
It's rainin rainin and it's pourin loud
Never fear, cause pissy Missy's through the crowd
Uhh, I hear the gats go cha-pow
Who shot me damnit? Bitch get down
Don't walk when I talk, I never talk when I smile (uh-huh)
Lay em on down, like they lived underground (uh)
For the sound, that me and, Timbaland, we found
Get your ass, kicked later, or get your ass, kicked now
Uhh.. one-two
Misdemeanor, Slim Shady
Timbaland, motherfucker
Uhh uhh uhh
Cool, cool, cool
Uhh Missy, yeah B.I.G.
Ha ha, yeah, I like that
[Lil' Kim]
Uhh, it's the Q to the B to the double E, spittin' lovely
And it don't stop, rocks shine through my tank top
Where your bank stop, I deposit all the one drops (ha)
Think not, excuse me but uh I like to flow
Cause this joint knocks harder then Indicot and
I be off the wall like the Lox, nightbox filled with Benjamins
Me and my girl Misty gettin' pissy up in Bennigans
Makin' all of you rappers begin again, like Fennigan
Christians repent then sin again, girls wanna be my friend again
Lay up in my crib up wit', get up in my linens and
While Misdemenor hit notes like Sarafinna, I subpeona you
To my funk grooves see, I hit you wit' the huhhh!
She wit' ya with the heeeee!
[Missy]
It wasn't your car that had me all in love with you (you)
Cause I've got my own ride and a trunk full of tunes (tunes)
I drive through your hood
And I hit 'em with
[chorus]
I hit 'em with the hee
I hit 'em with the
I stop 'em with the haaa (I stop 'em with the haaa)
Let's drink to you and me, let's drink to you and me
Meet me at the bar, heee haaa heee haaa
[Missy]
It wasn't your money that had me all sprung out (sprung out! sprung out sprung out)
Cause I got my own account and my bills in large amount
Aye hey hey
I drive through your hood
[chorus]
I hit 'em with the hee
I hit 'em with the
I stop 'em with the haaa (I hit 'em wit' the hee, I hit 'em wit' the ha)
Let's drink to you and me, let's drink to you and me
Meet me at the bar (you can meet me at the bar)
[Missy]
Long Iced Tea slurp me swiftly, meet me at the bar
What's up star? we know who you are
Shit, no shit I thought you hadn't noticed
The way I roll this Dutch, the way I roll this Dutch
Niggaz love my style too much (ha ha)
Duck, here comes the shot Bang Bang pllllllrrr!
Drop, me and Timbaland like haaa we takin over blocks
Like a one billion bitch march
I hit em with the heee
I hit em with the haaaa
I hit em with the hee
I hit em with the haa
I stop em with the haaa (hee hee ha)
I hit em with the heee
I hit em with the haaaa
I hit em with the hee
I hit em with the haa
Meet me at the bar (meet me at the bar)
Tell me where the party at, where the party at toot toot
(You know what I'm sayin', we about to be out like this)
Tell me where the party at, tell tell me where the party at toot toot
(for the year 2 thou, uh huh me Timberland remember me)
Tell me where the party at, tell tell me where the party at toot toot
(Lil' Kim, none of ya'll, none of them wanna fuck with us)
Tell me where the party at, tell tell me where the party at toot toot
(yeah we out nigga)
[music plays till fade]
[Busta Rhymes]
Ay yo yo yoyo yoyoyoyo
Ay yo yo yoyo yoyoyoyo
Ay yo yo yo yo
Ay yo Missy
I just came here a hour & twenty five minutes
On one of them Gilligan island shits of New York & Virginia
Word up to visit your ass and you playin'
Shit like this up in my ears
What the fuck you think you doin'
Thinkin' I ain't gotta get on this
Muthafucka before I bounce
Yo check this out,
Let me hit you with the shit real quick Missy
One shot baby just let me
Do my shit for a minute on your shit
Check it out
Ah hahahah!
I continue to disreguard all of ya'lls opinion
Ahah! Blast your whole ass into oblivion
Eheaha makin' New York with Virgin-akins
Eheh this shit be baggin' eheh
If you disagree, uhah, before I smoke this
And get a little drunk and a little pissy
When I finish my music
Ima make all ya'll muthafuckas miss me
See who is he
That girl right there who is she
It's Busta Rhymes and Missy
Niggaz when ya come around Missy
Don't act like a fuckin' sissy
No chicken heads allowed here
No time for the kissy kissy
And when they askin' who is he
I be Busta Rhymes the phenemial of ger busy
Strickly major effected
Ya'll niggaz know the drilly,
We gettin' money togetha
Trackin' stacks and then countin' em
Ya'll niggaz stay tuned
For the rest of my homegirl Missy's album
Word up, Flip Mode is the muthafuckin squad
Busta Rhymes comin' in right here
With this quick lil' drop on ya
Ah yo ya'll niggaz stay focused
Keep ya eyes and ears on this fulfillin' shit
Missy be numba one
Blossumin' like beautiful flowers'
On ya'll muthafuckas
Stay tuned
"Brothers and sisters!
Brothers and sisters, I don't know what this world is coming to!"
Whassup Missy? Timbo!
This is.. another.. Missy
Hip-Hop! Yes!
Elliott, exclusive
Yes, uhh
One for the butters, I came from the gutter
No I came from my mother but y'all know what I mean
Hov' is here to stay like permanent crease in your jeans
Me and Missy be the new +Tag Team+
"Whoomp! There It Is"
We like, Rae & Ghost, A.G. and Showbiz
We "Public Enemy #1," our "Uzi Weighs a Ton"
This is our house, RUN!
What happened to those good old days? {HA?}
When hip-hop, was so much fun
Ohh, house parties in the summer y'all (c'mon)
And no one, came through with a gun
It was all about the music y'all
It helped.. to relieve some stress {HA?}
Ohh, we was under one groove y'all (y'all)
So much love {HA?} between North and West
Go back in the day
British Knights and gold chains
Do the prep and cabbage patch
And wear your laces all fat
Back in the dayyyyyyyy, hey hey
Hip-Hop has chaaaanged
Remember when we used to battle? (uh-huh)
On the block {HA?} before the lights came on
Ohh! Mama said we would be straight A kids (c'mon)
If we did our homework, like we knew those songs
Salt-N-Pepa, Rakim, and P.E. {HA?}
D.M.C, and Heavy D
Yes! Daddy Kane, Slick Rick too (oh-OOH!)
MC Lyte ("Paper Thin") opened, doors for you and me, c'mon
Young! J. Bizzy, let's do it again nigga
Grew up the way it oughta be
From day KRS-One all the way up to "Nineteen Naughty Three"
To M.O.P., we "Cold as Ice"
Nigga we rock it from the "Dre Day" to the Suge Knight
So fuck Chuck Phillips and Bill O'Reilly
If they try to stop hip-hop, we all gon' rally nigga
Post Biggie and 'Pac I gotta hold down the city
Make a nigga wanna 'holla' like Missy, but fuck it
Just let a nigga MC
The best rapper alive, unquestionably
If you rip on your +EP+ you gonna need an +MD+
So "You Gots to Chill" cause I "Kill at Will"
like solid water dude; y'all niggaz don't get it
"Kill at Will," solid water? Ice Cube
Ha ha, that's how hip-hop has evolved
Jay-Z's for President, I'm namin Ra as the National God
Me and Jigga, Jigga J-J-Jay-Hova
I rocks the mic right whether I'm pissy drunk or sober
Misdemeanor fo'-finger ringer I'm stupid FRESH
I've been hot since LL rocked the Kangol HAT
Yes yes, the yes yes, the yes y'alln
C'mon... AW YEA, AW YEA
Okay, me, that nigga Jigga, fresh dressed in the mornin
C'mon... AW YEA, AW YEA
I wanna, go back in, time (let's go)
Feels like I, I wanna, go back in, time
Feels like I (Y'all remember "Self Destruction"?)
I wanna, go back in, time
(Where all the rap artists got on a record together?)
Feels like I, I wanna, go back in, time
Me and Timbaland we make you wanna bite our style (fa la la la la)
Me and Timbaland we make you wanna bite our style (EEEEE fa la la la la)
Me and Timbaland we make you wanna bite our style (fa la la la la)
Me and Timbaland we make you wanna bite our style
Me and Timbaland our style's so superb have you heard have you heard
Me and Timbaland our style's so superb have you heard have you heard
Me and Timbaland our style's so superb (say what) have you heard the word?
Say what, say what?
Say what, say what?
Say what, say what?
Missy, bring it in
Why you played on me?
Wasn't I good enough for you?
(Wasn't I good enough)
All those other girls you've been with
Can't do like I do (Do, do)
Gave you all my dough
When you needed it all the time
And if you planning on leavin' me again
Then give me a sign
(Say what, say what)
- Beep me 911
Or call me on my cell phone
I'll call you back
To see what you gon' tell me
You don't wanna date
No if's ands or waits
It's over babe
Beep me 911
Or call me on my cell phone
I'll call you back
To see what you gon' tell me
You don't wanna date
No if's ands or waits
It's over babe
Why you cheatin' on me?
Can you tell me what I've done
I thought you was the one
But you just a hit and run
Gave up clubs and parties
I put them aside
(I stopped going to all the parties)
Left me in the dark with no kind of sign
(Why don't you give me a sign)
All my friends say
I can do better than you
(Say what, say what)
Maybe they was right
Cuz I feel like a fool
(Fool, fool)
But I can't let you go
Until you take some time
To tell me why you left me without
A God damn sign
(Say what, say what)
Magoo, Magoo
Type of nigga' made built to last
Look homegirl I pump like gas wind
Get ya friend and ya girl and them
My sex drive workout like a gym can
Was the girl that I used to hit
You the girl that I got to quit
See the kitty cat
Gotta gold it like a light
In the night you the freak I'm out wit
Don't bite
No diggity, who took you out
No doubt when I first got down
Made the bro' shout
Look out, make it live
Dip and dive, stayin' alive
Shoot me sugar, there it is
Now we talkin' square biz
I'm leaving you without a reas(on)
What I steal, but a kiss
What you think, I'm hen pecked?
Girl, get yo mind checked
Take the time, recollect
I just gave you disrespect
Ahh Like that? Like that?
Beep me 911 baby
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh
Say what? Say what?
Misdemeanor, 702
What cha'all gonna do fellas?
Don't beep them 911
Don't beep them 911
Produced by Souldiggaz
On this energetic, club-worthy, and one of the more addictive songs on the album, Missy displays her swagger, claiming, "I could rock sweats and kicks and dudes still be after me."
Produced by Souldiggaz
Bringing back producers who dabbled on her last album, Missy dived right into her distinct dance floor beats. On the expected feel-good anthem, she urges the ladies, "Hands up if you're looking for a baller."
(rock the joint)
Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh)
Supa dupa fly (uh-huh)
Supa dupa fly
I can't stand the rain!
(uh) Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh)
'gainst my window
Supa dupa fly (uh-huh)
Supa dupa fly
I can't stand the rain!
(uh) Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh)
'gainst my window
Supa dupa fly (uh-huh)
Supa dupa fly
I can't stand the rain!
(uh-huh) Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh)
'gainst my window
When the rain hits my window
I take and {inhale, cough} me some indo
Me and Timbaland, ooh, we sang a jangle
We so tight, that you get our styles Tango
Sway on dosie-do like you loco
Can we get kinky tonight?
Like CoCo, so-so
You don't wanna play with my Yo-Yo
I smoke my hydro on the dee-low
I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh)
'gainst my window (against my window)
I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh)
'gainst my window (against my window)
I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh)
'gainst my window (against my window)
I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh)
'gainst my window (say what?)
Yeah..
Beep beep, who got the keys to the Jeep? V-r-rrrrrrrooooom!
(uh-huh) I'm drivin to the beach
Top down, loud sounds, see my peeps (uhh)
Give them pounds, now look who it be (who it be)
It be me me me and Timothy (me me!)
Look like it's bout to rain, what a shame (uh-huh)
I got the Armor-All to shine up the stain
Oh Missy, try to maintain
Icky-icky-icky-icky-icky-icky-icky..
I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh)
(uh-huh)
I can't stand the rain! (say what? uh-huh, uh-huh)
'gainst my window (uh-huh)
I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh)
'gainst my window (yeah)
I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh)
'gainst my window (uh-huh)
I can't stand the rain!
I feel the wind
Five six seven, eight nine ten
Begin, I sit on Hill's like Lauryn
Until the rain starts, comin down, pourin
Chill, I got my umbrella
My finger waves be dazed, they fall like Humpty
Chumpy, I break up with him before he dump me
To have me yes you lucky
I can't stand the rain! (ha, uhh)
'gainst my window (uh-huh)
I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh)
'gainst my window (against my window)
I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh)
'gainst my window (what?)
I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh)
'gainst my window (uh)
I can't stand the rain! (what?)
(like that baby)
I can't stand the rain! (can you stand the rain?)
(uh-huh, stand the rain)
I can't stand the rain! (what?)
(can you stand the rain?)
I can't stand the rain! (can you stand the rain?)
(uh-huh, can you stand the rain?)
I can't stand the rain! (what?)
'gainst my window (uh-huh)
I can't stand the rain!
'gainst my window (huh)
I can't stand the rain! (hmm..)
'gainst my window (yo)
I can't stand the rain! (why not, break it down like dat)
'gainst my window (break it down baby)
I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh)
(yeah like that, uh-huh)
I can't stand the rain! (uh, huh)
(uhh.. Misdemeanor)
I can't stand the rain! ..
Yeah
A little slow jam
Kiss me Hold me
The weatherman says it's gonna be
Cold tonight
Whatever man
Whatever whatever whatever whatever whatever
Whatever man you wanna do
I'll be the pilot
Don't miss your flight
I'm stewardess of the plane
Feel the turbulence and maintain
Please refrain stay in your seats
Until we reach the game
I'm stewardess of the plane
Feel the turbulence and maintain
Please refrain stay in your seats
Take me higher
Let's just go for a little
Joy Ride
Whatever man
Whatever whatever whatever whatever
Let's stay
Buckled up
And let's make love
Across the friendly skies
I'm passenger of this plane
I feel the turbulence I maintain
I will refrain Stay in my seat
Till I reach the game
I'm passenger of this plane
I feel the turbulence I maintain
I will refrain
I stay in my seat
I want you (I want you)
Baby, I want you (Baby you know I want)
I really really wanna (fuck) you
Sho nuff wanna (fuck) you
I want you
Yes I do (I want you)
Baby Baby, I want you
(I know you know what I want)
I really really wanna (fuck) you
I really wanna (fuck) you
Sho nuff wanna (fuck) you
Sho nuff wanna
Is there anything that you want
Is there anything that you need
Call on me (Ginuwine)
Call on me (Ginuwine)
Is there anything that you want
Is there anything that you crave
Call on me (Ginuwine)
Cuz I'm a passenger of your plane
Yeah
Missy fly with me
Missy fly with me, fly with me
Missy drive with me
Ooooooh, I don't want I don't need I can't stand no minute man
I don't want no minute man
Ooooooh, here's your chance be a man take my hand understand
I don't want no minute man
Ohh, ohh, uhh, OOOH
Ohh, ohh..
Ohh, ohh, uhh, OOOH
Ohh, ohh..
Boy I'ma make you love me, make you want me
And I'ma give you some attention, tonight
Now follow my intuitions, what you're wishin
See I'ma keep you all night, for a long time
Just start countin the ways
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no..
Tonight I'ma give it to you, throw it to you
I want you to come prepared, ohhh yeah (oh yes)
Boy it's been a long time, a crazy long time
And I don't want no minute man, and that's real
Give it to me some more
Fifty grand I get this on one take (Hova)
Look, I'm not tryin to give you love and affection (uh-huh)
I'm tryin to give you sixty seconds of perfection (uh-huh)
I'm tryin to give you cabfare and directions
Get your +Independent+ ass out of here - QUESTION?
I'm not your man, not Ralph Tresvant
Not Ronnie Romance.. no ma
I'm tryin to hit you then put you in the middle of the round
like I'm Roberto Duran.. no mas
Six A.M. another chick in the house (put your hands up)
6:15 another chick kicked you out (put your hands up)
Spend one minute tryin to dig her out
The other fourteen tryin to "put it in her mouth"
The dick too chubby, too much'll make you love me
Now be a nice wifey and run home to your hubby
Cause we, both knowin what we doin is wrong
Don't forget to put your ring back on {*quiet laughter*}
Ooooooh, I don't want I don't need I can't stand no minute man
I don't want no minute man
Ooooooh, here's your chance be a man take my hand understand
I don't want no minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break-break me off, break break me off
Break break me off, show me what you got
Break me off, show me what you got..
Break me off, show me what you got..
Break me off, show me what you got..
Eh-hee-eh-hehehe, ehehehehe
Yes indeed, YES INDEED out this motherfucker
Back with the right foot steppin in first
and the left foot steppin in after
I go by the divine attribute, of Bus-A-Bust-Down-Some'n
Otherwise known as Busta-motherfuckin-Rhymes out this bitch
Yknahmean? Cause when I'm in the spot
I let a bitch start kissin up
And muh'fuckers love the way that I be pissin up
on muh'fuckers, muh'fuckers need to chill, RELAX
What they need to do is listen up, muh'fuckers
So.. as we begin, to get you addicted
to the shit, that's "So Addictive"
Make sure you got your PEOPLES witchu
You know one of your PEOPLES, that stay sober
You know to make sure you get home safely
Cause we about to TAKE IT THERE muh'fuckers
Miss-E, 'Misdemeanor' Elliott
It's all about (yo)
Lady Saw and Missy (can you feel me)
An the next thing is about (yo)
The big bashing party (can you feel me, what?)
I'm feelin you Timbaland, I'm feelin you (yo)
Yo (can you feel me, what?)
And we wind up when we a listen dis now, check, AY
There's a party
I'm up in the club and I'm drinking I'm drunk off the Alize
As I hear the record spins it seems to take over me
So I move side to side an it's something inside that controls me
As I walk to the D.J and I say
- Mr. D.J., spin it one more time
We gonna play it back to back, we gon' rock it two times
Move your feet with me, move your hands with me
See how easy it's gon' be for you and me, you see
- Mr. D.J., spin it one more time
We gonna play it back to back, we gon' rock it two times
Move your feet with me, move your hands with me
See how easy its gon' be for you..
You say your a baller
Cause you up in the club, fakin like you got dough, with your dollars
To my peoples with me money let me hear you holler
We're gonna party like no other party, don't stop til the morning
but before I go this is what I say
- M.I.S.S.Y, Y.S.S.I.M, M.I.S.S.Y, M.I.S.S.Y, Y.S.S.I.M
Mr. D.J play that one more time,
so me and missy elliot can move we waistline,
yo, tell the guys don't waste we time,
cause we under the ganja plus the red wine yo,
there a party over here and say its phat you know,
let go me hand so me can look for man ya now,
you see me face and me know that me red ya know,
buy all the bar cause me friend them rich ya know,
know, know, uh what me say yo yo,
we'll be dancing until tomorrow,
no other party is slammin you wan go,
sweating and wetting like me in a me sauno,
fit like me just done a dance with me tae-bo,
bo, bo, uh! What me say, me say yo,
tell the D.J. fe play an no better stop,
spin it again rewind from the top,
Misdemeanor the Saw plus the Elli-ott
when we drop ya know that's uh road
block, block, block, ya can't block,
road block, block, a road block,
ya don't know its all about Missy Elliot,
ya wan star ever thing is ever thing, SEEN?
It's entertainment time!!!! Wooo
Got Missy Elliott in the house, got Slick Rick in the house
We doin big things here kids
Hip-Hop's finest, Slick Slick Slick Rick an' M
Slick Rick an' M
Go Missy, go Missy, go Missy, go Missy
Slick Rick an' M
Excuse me Mr. Lawrence, you look nice
Simply delicious, Missy want some kisses
Let's go to the crib, get cozy in the nude
And "Treat Me Like a Prostitute"
Now pardon me sir, I'm such a real lady
Ride in Mercedes to make the bitches hate me
Cruise up and down one-two-fifth
Lookin for a guy like you to get with
I seen this cutie pie, so I pulled beside him
Seen the size of his feet, so I couldn't deny him
Might as well try him, the freak that I am
M dot S-E always grindin'
Please don't think I'm crazy (oooooh)
But boy you are supa fine (do it to me, do it to me)
Thank you Missy
Irresistible delicious (oooooh) HOLLA
Enough to make me lose my mind
Yeah
Know I really want it
Slick Slick Slick Rick an' M
Now I want it, yeah
Don't make me wait oh no - no don't make me wait oh no
Missy
No longer will I pretend
Slick Rick in the house
Let's get it on cause we both grown
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Intelligent, delicate, watch how the fella get
Bump into my homegirl in Miami, Missy Elliott
Green blush on her eyelid, hi Miss!
Gave honey a hug I feel her touchin my privates
Aw shuck I guess, main course is in I said
You know I'm married?
-- Yeah and what's that supposed to mean?
-- Proposition for you Ruler
Procede on
-- Well I got a track I need you spit a mean 16 on
-- You with it?
Down to bless one and I left one
The Hit Factory, later on around eleven
With my notebook, and pencil, I slides on in
I see her lookin mighty sexy and the lights all dim
-- Have a drink
The booze and the karmy go oddly
After havin a drink I start to feel unusually horny
Swellin stone, or well writ poems
Busy poundin like I'm tryin to break off pelvis bones
Please don't think I'm crazy (oooooh)
Slick Rick is in the house
But boy you are supa fine (do it to me, do it to me)
Thank you Missy
Irresistible delicious (oooooh) HOLLA
Enough to make me lose my mind - lose my mind
Know I really want it - and now I want it
Don't make me wait oh no - no don't make me wait oh no
No longer will I pretend
Boss of the females
Let's get it on cause we both grown
Recognize, recognize
Excuse me sir, oh gosh you look young
But old enough to get it to get yo' head sprung
Sit down relax, it's soft here on my couch
Or give me hands strictly you might get turned out
Cutie pie, 'til I sit beside him
Nice shoe size, how could I deny him
Big bankroll to help me retire
Me and him together smell like big empire
Don't treat me like a prostitute
Unless you're givin me some money makin sure I look cute
But don't treat me like a prostitute
Unless you're givin me some money makin sure I look cute
Please don't think I'm crazy (oooooh)
Please don't think I'm crazy (oooooh)
But boy you are supa fine (do it to me, do it to me)
Yeah, yeah, check this
Now I'm in the 9th inning,
Thought I fell off, ain't quite finished
Yeah, I'm about to put my foot in it, talk with it, and walk with it
I'm no gimmick.
2012 there'll be no games, real rap, real pause, I'm not playing
Haters y'all lame, you won't miss a thing,
I'm a beast in a booth, I'm just sayin'
Yeah, I make 'em wanna get low
Duck with it, buck with it, let's go
Every time I spin around, it's a sick flow
You newcomers better sit back and stay low
Yeah, this here my time
Yeah I've come better run, this my time
Bite the dead off like a tick line
This line don't make 'em push rewind
Yeah I'm so hot, up on the charts, number one spot
You see me when I drop, and I won't flop
To never stop, got the music game on yeah
Wanna get Å¡erved?
You third, you second, but I get first
I flip my verse like I flip purse
I'm fine, yes sir!
Timbaland:
Hit-maker, Hit-breaker, party-shaker, innovator
Ground-breaker, show-creator, we be the most and disobey it
Ooooooh, I don't want I don't need I can't stand no minute man
I don't want no minute man
Ooooooh, here's your chance be a man take my hand understand
I don't want no minute man
Ohh, ohh, uhh, OOOH
Ohh, ohh..
Ohh, ohh, uhh, OOOH
Ohh, ohh..
Boy I'ma make you love me, make you want me
And I'ma give you some attention, tonight
Now follow my intuitions, what you're wishin
See I'ma keep you all night, for a long time
Just start countin the ways
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no..
Tonight I'ma give it to you, throw it to you
I want you to come prepared, ohhh yeah (oh yes)
Boy it's been a long time, a crazy long time
And I don't want no minute man, and that's real
Give it to me some more
Yeah, uhh, uhh
It's time to set yo' clock back bout as long as you can
I stop daylight and Ludacris the maintenance man
Get your oil changed, I check fluids and transmission
You one minute FOOLS, you wonder why y'all missin
On the back of milk cartons and there's no reward
No regards, close but it's no cigar
A hard head make a soft ass, but a hard dick make the sex last
I jump in pools and make a big splash
Water overflowin, so get your head right
It's all in yo' mind punk so keep your head tight
Enough with tips and advice and thangs
I'm big dog, havin women seein stripes and thangs
They go to sleep, start snorin, countin sheep and shit
They so wet, that they body start to leak and shit
Just cause I'm an ALL-nighter, shoot ALL fire
Ludacris, balance and rotate ALL tires
Ooooooh, I don't want I don't need I can't stand no minute man
I don't want no minute man
Ooooooh, here's your chance be a man take my hand understand
I don't want no minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break-break me off, break break me off
Break break me off, show me what you got
Break me off, show me what you got..
Break me off, show me what you got..
Break me off, show me what you got..
DJ please, pick up your phone
I'm on the request line
G U-nit!
This is a Missy Elliot one time exclusive (Come on)
Is it worth it, let me work it
I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it
("I put my thing down, flip and reverse it" -
If you got a big
, let me search ya
To find out how hard I gotta work ya
("I put my thing down, flip and reverse it" -
(REMIX) Unh Yeah
Now Missy she too much for me (I'm freaky)
She took me to to the crib man, she told me (eat me)
Now my babymama I told her ass not to beat me
Her broke ass wanna fight, Missy know how to treat me
She sitting on cash, she got money out the ass
Gave her them back shots and got money out her ass
Now you can see me in the coupe like WHAT
Next time I'll hit her in that G5 TRUCK
I've got the magicstick, I can go for hours
From the bed to the floor, to the sink to the shower
With her back to the bed and her legs to the sky
I can go hard, know why, big girls don't cry
I had visions of Missy with her money by the tub
Ching! Ching! Jackpot, I think I'm in love
I'm looking for Missy now so I can get my back rubbed
This the shit she hollered in my ear before we left the club
I'd like to get to know ya, so I can show ya
Put the pussy on ya, like I told ya
Gimme all your numbers so I can phone ya
Your girl acting stank than call me ov-ah
Not on the bed, lay me on your sofa
Call before you come, I need to shave my cho-cha
You do or you don't or you will or you won't cha
Go downtown and eat it like a vul-cha
See my hips and my tips don'tcha
See my ass and my lips don'tcha
Lost a few pounds in my whiffs for ya
This the kinda beat that go wa-ta-ta
Ra-ta-ta-ta, ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
Sex me so good I say blah-blah-blah
Work it! I need a glass of wat-ah
Boy oh boy its good to know ya
If you're a fly gyal, get your nails done
Get a pedicure, get your hair did
Boy lift it up, lets make a toast-ah
Lets get drunk, its gon bring us clos-ah
Don't I look like a Halle Berry post-ah?
See dem Belvedere playin tricks on ya
Girlfriend wanna be like me nev-ah
You won't find a bitch that's even bett-ah
I make it hot as Las Vegas weath-ah
Listen up close while I take you backwards
("Watch the way Missy like to take it backwards" -
I'm not a prostitute but I can give you whatchu want
I love your braids and your mouth full of funk
Love the way my ass ba-bump ba-bump bump
Keep your eyes on my ba-bump ba-bump bump
And think you can handle this ga-donk ga-donk donk
Take my thong off and my ass go boom
Cut the lights off so you see what I can do
Boys, boys, all type of boys
Black, white, Puerto Rican, Chinese boys
{??} thanga thang, {??} thanga thang
Girls, girls, get that cash
If its 9 to 5 or shakin ya ass
Ain't no shame ladies, do your thang
Just make sure you ahead of tha game
Just cause I got a lot of fame sup-ah
Prince couldn't get me change my name papa
Kunta Kinte, enslave a game, no sir
Picture black sayin, "Oh yessuh massa"
Picture Lil' Kim dating a pastor
Minute man, big men can outlast ya
Who is the best? I don't have to ask ya
When I come out, you won't even matt-ah
Why you act dumb like ughhh, duh
So you act dumb like ughhh, duh
And the drummer boy go pa-rum pa-pum pum
Give ya some some some of this Cinnabon
To my fellas, ooooh
Good God, I like the way you work that
To my ladies, woo
Read between the lines
Ecstacy, a place of fullfillment and fantasies
Were your dreams become reality's
Mhm, ecstacy
It enhances your most inner desire
to become more free with your guts and feelings
E-E-E-ecstacy
Boy let me free your mind, lets hook up tonight
Take you on a flight, high, high
Make you warm inside, I won't waste you're time
My love is so divine, it feels like I'm on..
Ecstaacyy, I'm willing, to do the things I said I wouldn't do
On ecstaacyy, the feeling makes me feel like I'm in love with you
Boy look into my eyes, I'm so energized
Make it last long time, touch mee
Everything feels sweet, my body feel your breeze
up all against me, it feels like I'm on..
Oh it feels like I'm on, ecstaacyy
Everybody jump in and do something
Feel so free, I feel like making love to you
So what you wanna do? (AHH.. ahhh.. AHH!)
Ecstaacyy, everybody jump in and do something
Feel so free, I feel like making love to you
So what you wanna do? (AHH.. ahhh.. AHH!)
We made love, now you gone
Now you don't wanna claim me no more
Told your boys, you never knew
You never kissed or held me in your arms
How dare you even leave
Me looking like I'm lying on you
When you said it's all about me
I believe it cuz you made believe
- If you did it, then you did it
Boy, you don't have to lie
Once you hit, then you hit it
I'm no chick on the side
Just forget it, gon' omit it
Don't you, don't you dare try
You done hit it, you done hit it
More than, more than two times
You changed your phone, won't call me back
Now I can't even get in touch with you
See how you do, I never knew
That you would deny this love I'm servin' you
That ain't cool, I'm hatin' you
Because you was the first to make the move
Now you say you never knew
You make your boys think that I'm some crazy fool
You know we did it, yep we did it boy
Why must you lie?
I drove your whip, you picked me up
You told me, meet you outside
We had some blunts like what the..
Gettin' high in your ride
Getting mushy, want some pussy
Get your biggest supply
Yeah, we did it, you was with it
That was all on your mind
Then you hit it, can't admit it
Then you wastin' my time
I won't forget it, need to quit it
Put it all behind
Why you did it, why you did it
If you gon' have to lie
Bone me, phony
Sex me then you disown me
Homies told me
This is how all dogs will be
Yeah, yeah
More than two times
Any Give Sunday baby
Oww! Yo, yo, yo
Oh zigi-zigi
Zig-zigi-zig-zig, oh oh
Zigi-zigi-zigi-zigi-zigi:
Oh you 'pose to be the man now
Cause you got cars, you got houses
You got yachts, you got diamonds
You got it all
Oh you livin' large right, heh
Well let me ask one thing
When you go broke
When you go broke
I bet those same friends yo don't mess with you no more
Here we go uh
I was there when no one knew your name
I was there when you blew up, got large
And had all the fame
Now look how you do, uh
I was there when everything had changed
You think you the shit
Big star on top of your game
Now who you gonna call
When nothing's right
Will you call when your ass go broke?
Will you call when you ain't got no friends hanging with you?
And you ain't that hot no more
Now who you gonna call
When nothing's right
Will you call when your ass go broke?
Will you call when you ain't got no friends hanging with you?
And you ain't that hot no more
Uh I was there when you was hooked on weed
I gave you dough, mo dough
You don't know to supply your need
What's it gon' be (uh)
I was there I was the air you breathe
Until you became a big star
No need for me
Now who you gonna call
When nothing's right
Will you call when your ass go broke?
Will you call when you ain't got no friends hanging with you?
And you ain't that hot no more
Now who you gonna call
When nothing's right
Will you call when your ass go broke?
Will you call when you ain't got no friends hanging with you?
And you ain't that hot no more
Uh do you
Call when you fall boy
Call when you ain't got boy
They don't wanna roll with you
They don't think you hot boy
What happened to you boy?
You are just a no-boy
Now you have no joy
Here we go
What happened to your Benz man?
What happened to your rocks?
Six shots that you pop in your bitches man
Now your name is like shit stink
You let the fame maintain
You done blew out your brains man
What happened to your diamond rings?
You bling-bling every time a nigga switch a lane
Beep, beep to your feet man
You's a jeep man
With no friends and no game man
There he is, uh
When nothing's right
Will you call when your ass go broke?
Will you call when you ain't got no friends hanging with you?
And you ain't that hot no more
Now who you gonna call
When nothing's right
Will you call when your ass go broke?
Will you call when you ain't got no friends hanging with you?
And you ain't that hot no more
Call, yo, who you gonna call, uh
Yo who you gonna call when your ass go broke
Them same friends who don't fuck wit you no more
Who you gonna call, yo who you gon, who you gonna call
Who, who you gonna call, who, who you gonna call
Heh-heh, where all your friends now?
Where your homies now?
When you was on top of your game
Everybody wanted to hang around, huh
Heh, heh but now that your ass gone broke
Your same friends don't want to fuck wit' you no more
Who you gonna call huh?
You better understand reality baby
Never let the fame blow your brain, heh
Yo, yo, yo, oh-zigi-zigi
Never let the fame blow your brain
Yo, yo, yo zigi-zigi-oh
Never let the fame blow your brain
Here we go, uh
And my choir sing, heh
Yo, uh, let the orchestra, and the violins
Dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-DUNN-dun
Dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-DUNN-dun
Dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-DUNN-dun
Dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-DUNN-dun
I be dippin in clubs, girls screamin, "Do you want it Timb?"
Niggaz, playa hatin sayin, "Who the hell is him?"
I'm in the back, gleamin from all that virgin gem
Keep a bunch of pretty models surroundin Timb
I'm over capac'y when it come to makin them beats
Me and Missy makin Y'ALL, move y'all feets
Makin y'all dance and tango, make y'all legs get weak
That's only cause we drop a bunch of heat
That's whatcha gonna expect, comin from my crew
Bunch of dope beats, and a bunch of dope lyrics too
I know that's too much for you to handle dude
Now ask yourself what..
Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do?
When me come in the spot, dem wannn' jock
Dem nasty boy lookin around, with big cocks
Them girls be plottin on how to get the rocks
So I beat that ass to the ground like I'm the cops
AHH, what they gon' say, AHH, don't wan' play
RRR, get 'em in the club, AHH, smokin on hay, HEY
AHH, when I'm in my ride, OH AHH, people walkin by
AH AHH, pistol by my side, B-BRRR, in case dem wan' try
I be gettin in girls clothes, make 'em buy my whole wardrobe
Better get all my dough, pluckin the hair in my nose
It's official I'm a pimp, cause my name glows
If (?) I'm back to the Yugos
Talkin that junk, you get BURRIED
You don't wanna end up in the cemeTARRRRY
Me and Timbaland got tracks that will KILL YOU
Any other hen I got gats that will PEEL YOU
Whatcha gon' say, RRR, whatcha gon' do, RRR
When I'm in the club, RRR, comin for you
I'm just a smooth motherfucker (aww yeah baby)
(Y'all heard me?!) Ahhh
Whatcha gon' say, RRR, whatcha gon' do, RRR
When I'm in the club, RRR, and comin for you
Damn
I'ma make you dance, you dance I'm a triple threat
I'ma make you bounce bounce bounce so hard until you break your head
I'ma keep it drunk, and drunk I'ma space for that
it's so hard hard hard that you barely fell it in your chest
Mi-mi-Missy and I and I we we music beat
ten years later watch the do do we reconnect
a hundred and twenty millions old soul and them niggas bad
I bet you see how many niggas how they they can do do that
Hook:
I say Missy and I going up, triple leader in our cup
Missy and I going up, triple leader in our cup
Missy and I going up, triple leader in our cup
triple leader in our cup, triple leader in our cup
Missy and I going up, triple leader in our cup
triple leader in our cup, triple leader in our cup
Missy and I going up, triple lead in our cup
triple leader in our cup, triple leader in our cup
[Missy Elliott:]
I bet that one lead, two lead, in my cup margarita
roll u[ in my two seat I'm a pretty diva call me senorita
have you seen a new Medina I don't do grass but I'm a mister Mina
I'm so fresh I front the cleaner triple threat rap dance and I'm a singer
get the finger, middle finger me to my let a new..
..bottle bingin he's like being in..
Timby and I throwin up, whatever we do here we blow
he so hot so popular, I told you we can't mess it up
Chorus:
Missy and I going up, triple leader in our cup
Missy and I going up, triple leader in our cup
Missy and I going up, triple leader in our cup
triple leader in our cup, triple leader in our cup
Missy and I going up, triple leader in our cup
triple leader in our cup, triple leader in our cup
Missy and I going up, triple lead in our cup
triple leader in our cup, triple leader in our cup
Let's go!
guess who back yet on the desk
I'm that chick, 'cause I'm a triple threat
two fifty mill and who can top that
I slap who ever said I'm unrelevant
got em pissed them man and I'm upset
music there we make it resurrect
watch our step you better com,e correct
if you go get such you're gonna lose your bed
up the bed and tell me who's next
nasty flow call it triple ass
got my drink I'm sipping all that
I'll fake her that's a fake Rolex
Timmy and I throw it up, whatever we drink show up blow up
see this leader in our cup
we VIP when we roll up
[Chorus:]
Yeah
Yeah
check!
Now I'm in the 9th inning,
thought I fell off, I ain't quite finish
yeah I'm bout to put my foot in it
talk with it, walk with it I'm no gim it yeah
2012 there'll be no games
real rap, real bars, I'm not playin'
haters all lane you are missing thing
I'm a beast and above I'm just sayin
yeah I make em wanna get loud,
duck with it, buck with it, let's go
every time I spit around it's a sick flow
the new comers better seat back and take no, yeah
they say my time,
here I come better run take what's mine
bout to let off like it take nine
this rhyme gonna make and push re-whyne, yeah
yeah I'm so hot, up on the charts number one spot
see me when I drop when I won't flop
this will never stop got the music get all loud
wanna get served, you third you second but I come first
flip my verse like I flip burst
I'm fat, yes sir
We hitmakin, hitbreakin, partyshakin, innovative
groundbreakin, so creative,
We be the most anticipated.
We hitmakin, hitbreakin, partyshakin, innovative
groundbreakin, so creative,
Damn, he he he
Timbaland, we bout to lace em one mo time
Uh huh, say what?
He he he he, damn he he
Timbaland, he he, yeah
We bout to lace em one mo time
Alright, yeah , ooh
The M-I to the S-S
They put that on my chest
My car's the way that I flex
And people say I'm dope as fuck
They say I'm just too fly
I make em wanna get high
They want a piece of this pie
But I'm just too damn chill for them
No way I flip my shit
It feels like a good hit
And even if you buy it
Nigga, you can't get smokin in this hay
Nigga, what you got to say
Iza bah bah zah zay
Iza zah zah zah zay
We ridin through your hood (hood)
With a dollar dank (dank)
And a S-L-K (what), and a 348, what 9 (uh)
Two bad niggas, from the big VA(bay-ay)
Twelve blunts a day (what)
Chillin on the other side of the bay (bay)
Who y'all think y'all is (is)
Tryin to get with Mis (Mis)
You tryin to dis
You think you can beat us, shit (shit)
Free them ill 1 to 12
She's in a Benz
Free them ill creators
Just, I'm a friend, what (what)
I come back into my flow
My people just don't know
They hate the way that I hee
They hate the way that I hee-haw
Cuz I got too much doe
You know my steelo
So what you come here fo
See, you don't wanna fuck wit me
Get it off your chest
You know who's the best
See, there's no other yes
That can get down like Missy
So hit you off like this
And you be the witness
That I'm a sure gets dick
Nigga what, nigga what, nigga what, nigga what, a-heh
Hey, yo Timbaland
Yo, I'm a just (sue)
Dance a little bit
You don't mind if I get my boogie on do you?
He he, yeah, know what I'm sayin?
We don't gotta rhyme through the whole track
The track is bangin by its self
Know what I'm sayin?
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
They don't want
To fuck with me
They don't want
Ooh, ooh, to fuck with me
Wanna fuck with me
They don't want
Oh, oh, oh, to fuck with me
No they don't
They don't wanna
They don't want
No, no, no
You're the reason I don't trust no one
And I don't love no one
From the places I've come
Sad songs I've sung
All the times I've been stung
For you bring the worst out of me
(HOLLA!)
And I can't down these tears I've cried
The heaviness inside
Left me so petrified
Tried ta keep love alive
But I became too tired
Cuz you bring the worst out of me
(Eh, eh, eh, ehehay)
I wish I could change the way things have gone
And start life anew and now maybe once again
I don't know when and where but sumthin must've went wrong
And all I have to say.......
Is when I sing this song
I get so teary eyed
Cuz you get under my skin
Can't let you suck me dry
I was gonna marry you, have kids for you,
stay true to you, live life wit you
But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee)
And I compromised all my time
And rearranged my life
To make sure you was fine
Cuz our love was on the line
And I became so unkind
Cuz you brought the worst out of me
(You brought the worst out of me)
This is (this is) how the story goes
Those ones who know
when its out of control
You work (work) and you work (work)
And sumone gets hurt
And I guess that be me.....
When I sing this song
I get so teary eyed
Cuz you get under my skin
Can't let you suck me dry
I was gonna marry you, have kids for you,
Stay true to you, live life wit you
But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee)
(Eh, eh, eh, ehehay)
I wish I could change the way things have gone
And start life anew and now maybe once again
I don't know when and where but sumthin must've went wrong
And all I can say.......
(When I sing)
Is when I sing this song
I get so teary eyed
Cuz you get under my skin
Can't let you suck me dry
I was gonna marry you, have kids for you,
stay true to you, live life wit you
Hit me, hit me
Gimme some new shit
Gimme some new shit
Gimme some new shit
Gimme some new shit
Missy be puttin' it down, I'm the hottest round
I'll told y'all mutha, y'all can stop me now
Listen to me now, I'm lastin' twenty rounds
And if you want me then come and get me now
(Nigga, bounce)
Then come and get me now is you with me now
(Bounce, bounce)
The biggie biggie bounce
(Bounce)
I know you dig the way I sw-sw-switched ma style
(Holla)
People sing around, now people gather round
Now people jump around
Getcho freak on
(Go)
Getcho freak on
(Go)
Getcho freak on
(Go)
Getcho freak on
(Go)
Getcho freak on
(Go)
Getcho freak on
(Go)
Getcha, getcha, getcha
Getcha, getcha freak on
Getcho freak on
(Go)
Getcho freak on
(Go)
Getcho freak on
(Go)
Getcho freak on
(Go)
Getcho freak on
(Go)
Getcho freak on
(Go)
Getcha, getcha, getcha
Getcha, getcha freak on
(Who's that bitch?)
People you know, me and Timbaland
Been hot since twenty years ago
What da dilly yo, bow what da drilly yo
If you wanna battle me then lemme know
(Nigga)
(Holla)
Got the feeling son, lemme throw you some
People here I come, now sweat me when I'm done
We got the radio, shook like we got a gun
Getcho freak on
(Go)
Getcho freak on
(Go)
Getcho freak on
(Go)
Getcho freak on
(Go)
Getcho freak on
(Go)
Getcho freak on
(Go)
Getcha, getcha, getcha
Getcha, getcha freak on
Getcho freak on
(Go)
Getcho freak on
(Go)
Getcho freak on
(Go)
Getcho freak on
(Go)
Getcho freak on
(Go)
Getcho freak on
(Go)
Getcha, getcha, getcha
Getcha, getcha freak on
Quiet, shh, hush yo mouth
Silence when I, spit it out in yo face
Open yo mouth, give you a taste
(Holla)
Ain't no stoppin' me copy written so, don't copy me
Y'all do it, sloppily and y'all can't come, close to me
(Yes)
I know you feel me now, I know you hear me loud
(Yes, yes)
I scream it loud and proud Missy gon' blow it down
(Yes, yes)
People gon play me now in and outta town
(Yes, yes)
'Cuz I'm the best around with the crazy style
(Yes, go)
Getcho freak on
(Go)
Getcho freak on
(Go)
Getcho freak on
(Go)
Getcho freak on
(Go)
Getcho freak on
(Go)
Getcho freak on
(Go)
Getcha, getcha, getcha
Getcha, getcha freak on
Getcho freak on
(Go)
Getcho freak on
(Go)
Getcho freak on
(Go)
Getcho freak on
(Go)
Getcho freak on
(Go)
Getcho freak on
(Go)
Getcha, getcha, getcha
Getcha, getcha freak on
Uh uh (yea yea)
Uh uh (yea yea)
99 uh uh (yea yea) what you got boo)
I was in love wit' you (yea)
And you couldn't do no wrong in my eyes
When I found out the scoop on you (yea)
It was still too hard for me to realize
That I needed to be through' wit you (yea)
Cuz you're the reason I can't eat or sleep (yea)
All the girls you runnin' through (yea)
Used to be best friends, down wit' me
When I'm gone, you're alone
You stickin' them chickens 'til I get home
When I'm home, you're wit' me
Kissin' on my ass, tryna be wit' me
Well it's done, this I know
Seen it for myself, I'ma let you know
You don't play, games wit' me
But before I go, betta leave my dough
I'ma fool for you (yea)
But you seem to think my love's a joke (it aint a joke boo)
I get no love from you (yea)
Like all these times I did before
I think I'll pass on you (yea)
Because of the way you been actin' lately
I get no cash from you (yea)
If you want me to stay, you must be cra-crazy
Dedication
It was jus a bad relation (yes it was, yes it was)
When I think it cuts my insides
The tears, they fall deep down from my eyes
Doo doo doo, doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo, doo doo doo (wha say what, uh uh uh)
Doo doo doo, doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo (Da Brat)
I want it al' from the motherfuckin' house, down to the dogs
You trickin' off with these chickens, I thought you ain't have no flaws
Keep yo dick in they jaws, Peter shoulda stayed in his draws
Now I'm out the door and you cant claim me no more
The loss is yours
How you gonna slumber wit' a bitch I'm supposed to be cool wit'
Went to grade school wit', couldn't pay me to believe you hit it
To think I footed all the bills and now you breakin '
Stop accusin' me of that dumb shit I don't even participate in
You wasted my valuable time there's money to make
Scared to set foot in another relationship cuz of the heartache
Heartbreak Hotel no not Faith, Kelly, and Whitney, no it's Brat, Aaliyah and
Missy You miss me cuz we finished
I'll just keep the keys to the 20 inch rim ride with the TVs in it
You don't need it, beat it, it's mine
Kiss my ass like your heart was in it (stupid ass)
Keep stickin' them chickens
Send Peter straight to the clinic nigga
See I'ma give you your props tho
You like a bad ass motherfucker
Runnin' two bitches at one time
When I'm flyin' out, she flyin' in
Sayin' the same shit, spittin' the same game
Who the fuck you think I am
Willy Limpdick or somebody, forget you man
That's why us bitches gonna stick together
I know your not my man
That you belong to someone else (nah)
Now come on in, an shut the door
I make sure you enjoy yourself
If you give me a try, before you deny
I'm still in love wit you
Or maybe obsessed wit you
Aaaoooo
We don't make love no more (umm hmm)
We don't kiss and we hug like we used to (used to)
But I'm still in love with you
Wait
Wait a minute
Now if I drive by your house (house)
And see some bitch in your bed, under the spreads
Giving you.....head
Then I'm gonna turn it out (hhaay)
I'm the only one who keep you satisfied
And though were not together I remember what you like
So tell them chicks to step off cause I fill your appetite
And I'm the only women who gon do it like you like
(Hey uh)
What part don't you get?
(hey hey)
Even though I'm not your girl anymore
And you don't want me no more
I deserve to know who you sleepin' wit
(ooooh yyeeaah)
Is she better then me? (me me)
Do she cook, do she clean?
Do she sew, do she sting?
Can she do these things?
Cause I...
I still love ya baby
Makes no difference to me
And I still wantcha baby
Want to be the one you need
The one you call on (umm umm)
Cause I'm the only one that makes you feel good (umm umm)
I hope you can S P E L L
Nigga please you don't know me that well
I got a truck sittin' on sprewells
My flow tight as H E L L
If you is a H O E get a J O B
I'm H O T on the T O P
Mister Mosely get the B E A T
Don't copy this here 'cause I done D I D
It could get H E C T I C
F I S T in your F A C E
Y'all don't know how crazy Missy be
Don't T R Y me I'm outta y'all league
Yes I'm bulletproof
Bitches I ain't foolin' you
You better learn a thing or two
You don't really want it boo
I hope you can S P E L L
Nigga please you don't know me that well
I got a truck sittin' on sprewells
My flow tight as H E L L
S P E L L
Nigga please you don't know me that well
I got a truck sittin' on sprewells
My flow tight as H E double L
You just crazy if you think you Jay-Z
Sure ain't me 'cause I R A P
I'm V I P not we that's me
Timmy this beat is a H I T
Listen to the T R A C K
On the M I say from the motherfuckin' va
Y'all know K I G E R T Y
If y'all ask me y'all style booty
I hope you can S P E double L
I'm double X L y'all can all kiss tail
Y'all motherfuckers don't know me that well
My level be next and I'm not R L
And yes I'm bulletproof
Bitches I ain't foolin' you
You better learn a thing or two
You don't really want it boo
I hope you can S P E L L
Nigga please you don't know me that well
I got a truck sittin' on sprewells
My flow tight as H E L L
S P E L L
Nigga please you don't know me that well
I got a truck sittin' on sprewells
My flow tight as H E double L
I run yo block, I run them block
Hah crack your windows 'cause I'm just that hot
That you forgot I got a big knot
I must of hit the jackpot
I must of hit the jackpot 'cause my purse don't lie
The checks don't stop till they get writers block
Besta call the cops 'cause it'll put you in shock
Like the mind of Tupac I'ma rock 'till I drop
A B C D E F G
H I J K L M N O P U S S Y thats pussy
For the fake M C who test M E
And yes I'm bulletproof
Bitches I ain't foolin' you
You better learn a thing or two
You don't really want it boo
I hope you can S P E L L
Nigga please you don't know me that well
I got a truck sittin' on sprewells
My flow tight as H E L L
S P E L L
Nigga please you don't know me that well
I got a truck sittin' on sprewells
My twinkies looks stanky on the benz
and don't I gotta look shweet for my mens
i make em think i got a whole bunch of paper
and even they the ball player from the lakers
now faker taker maker holla at cha later
shake and wake up tell em what to get my ass from Jacobs
that's the way a real diva like to floss it
but a car no matter what it costess
of course its my rolls royce's made dem nosses
tell you who the muthafuckin' boss is
I'ma drive and you walkin that's why you talkin
see the chrome spinning on the wheel stop jockin'
I'ma let you know real nice and slow I'll be broke as a joke
if I had to be your ho so po'
Missy on the rise like the sun if you think
that I'm done I ain't even begun
Slide slide dip shake
Move it all around, move it all around
Slide slide dip dip shake
move it all around move it all around
Feel the boom bass to get you bad kit
15's putting holes in you back kit
bo bo boom, bo bo boom, bo bo boom, bo bo boom
don't it sound so fantastic
my lamborghini disappear like houdini
2 20 cant see me in a bottle like a genie
Teenie, Weenie
Now hate me like you hate to eat your wheaties.
Now here's a freebie
I'ma let you see my on t.v.
except that my emmy autogrammy in miama
I hit you with the 1-2 whammie
you know tooth granny with a hole in her panties
and i don't give a shit if you can stare me cause
I is what I is and what I am is like my mamey
and I don't mean to sound to peti
but they used to call me fatty
till I got with puff daddy
Slide slide dip shake
Move it all around, move it all around
Slide slide dip dip shake
move it all around move it all around
My rims keep turnin and turnin
tires burnin through queens and mouths burning (rrrr)
and yes it's my concern that
you chain platinum or is it really sterlin'?
I'm old school, I rock da sherlin
from new jers. heard all the way to berlin
and as for certain behind every curtain
there's a snake bitch lerkin and she about to catch a hurtin
mr. moles on da beats
and missy be the beats behind the beats
my record sales don't jump and do leaps and
while you sleep i'm on the grind as a creep
Sho-creep!
I got puma's on my feet
fresh gear, eryday all week
you know I keep a high from a peeps never cheap
underground like the streets (oh-oh)
Slide slide dip shake
Move it all around, move it all around
Slide slide dip dip shake
Me and my clique
Run thur the gutter breakin down shutter
As the beat goes, dun dun dun duna
Ain't nothing better than these favorite buttas
It's like freakin wit your lova tryin bust his rubba
Have him have him undercover like he thought he never
How the hell a bitch like me become so celva
Yall wack MC's , yall never never
Talkin hard as a cock but is light as a feather
Yall suspect hoe's yall suspect hoe's
Takin off your clothe yall reject hoe's
Fell the rhythm, I'm bout to kill em
Slap!Slap!Slap!
Right across your melon, easy
(Nigga,Slap!Slap!
Right across your melon, easy)
Yall lil'
Tryin act bigga don't yall get the picture
Every freakin year I come wit something sicka
Fan's takin flick's wanna get my picture
Freak's only speak "Do you know Jigga?"
Strange muthafucka's wanna be my nigga
Turn your man to a ass-licker
Cheatin ass men means, cheatin as men
Time to stop gamin and stay the fuck in
Fell the rhythm, I'm bout to kill em
Slap!Slap!Slap!
Right across your melon, pronto
(I said,Slap!Slap!Slap!
Right across your melon, pronto)
You don't wanna get smacked right quick
Wit a upper cut like this
I don't give a fuck if you don't like this
Still get paid to bust the right shit
Still get paid to hope on the dick
I'm a prostitute, I gotta a lot of loot
But if you knock the boots,but at lease cop the coup
What I'm post to do, starve for you
This ain't ??, I can't crawl for you
That's impossible
I make the rule
I pay the dues
I wear the pants
Bought the shoes, they Prada too
Fuck wit me you lose
Step to me and get brused
Your chances are not few, they none
So what I'm bitchy
Roll a phat blunt wit Missy
In the front wit me
Tim hit AHH, wit the bang to the boggada beat
Burnin em wit the heat
It don't conser me, when nigga talk shit
They just wanna learn me
When they see me,I permentaly
Damage they shit internally
And Slap!Slap!
Slap! em right across the melon
Nigga,Slap!Slap!Slap!
Right across your melon, easy
I'm the M-S-J-A-D-E
Toes and lows , bling like I'm B.G.
I don't know nigga help, shit, I write my own
Just gimme a beat and a muthafuckin microphone
Picture this shit me Missy and Timbaland
We bout to take it to the streets, but they chicken ran
Oh Shit, It's gettin kinda hot in here
Oh Shit, Make niggas stop and stare
Talk dirty, rock-a-bye a birdy
Smack the shit out the Clyde
Cause Bonnie should have pay me
Get old heads for they checks that sign right
And I get lil' boys for they doe on prom night
Cause I do my thing, knots in a pocket
Slap!Slap!Slap!
All up in your knogen, early
I said,Slap!Slap!Slap!
All up in your knogen
Nigga,Slap!Slap!Slap!
I see you got low
And you got plenty more to show, go
Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom
Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom
Go, like you tryna win a contest for sure
Oh, I'mma show you how to shake it
How the booty shake
Show you how to shake it
See the booty shake
See the booty shake
Like an earthquake
There is no escape
When I shake it in your face
Now don't you wanna tape
A booty shakin' on your tape?
So show it to your boys and
See the look on all they face
I move it to the left
Move it to the right
Double time, double time, all right
Show 'em what they like
Look at it, look at it
Slow motion, freeze
Stop for the camera
Paparazzi wanna see
Cheese
Hello, hey how you doin'?
I shake it like this
Now let me see if you can do it
Drop, drop, drop, drop, drop it on the one
Shake, shake, shake, shake
They faces all stunned
If you got it, got it, got it
Then move if kinda fast
If the boys all dance
While they tryna make a pass
Whistle while you work
Go 'head do your dirt
Even if you like to flirt
Lift up your skirts
Then turn 'em out
One leg girl
Go 'head shake it out
I see you got low
And you got plenty more to show, go
Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom
Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom
Go, like you tryna win a contest for sure
Oh, I'mma show you how to shake it
Show you how to shake it
Show you how to shake it
Let you see the booty shakin'
Now when I walk through the the door, door
Step aside, side
With thighs like fries we gonna size a supersize
Do milkshake go with that shake?
It sure do baby
Do milkshake go with that shake?
Uh huh
Now first you bend over
Put your hands on your hips
Then you make a stank face
Then go on and let it whip
Whip it like moms
Witcha witcha back then
Then catch your breaf and then start it up again
One minute, two minute, three minute stop
Erybody drop like their have from the cops
Ayyo, there will be no fights
Though got a club, we ain't turnin' on the lights
Sally got a big old donkey
Oh yeah
And Missy got a big old donkey
Oh yeah
I see you got low
And you got plenty more to show, go
Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom
Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom
Go, like you tryna win a contest for sure
Oh, I'mma show you how to shake it
How the booty shake
Show you how to shake it
Let you see the booty shake
See I was sitting in the lounge
With my tight skirt on
And like a 3-D movie
He was watchin' the thong
All up in my grill
So he asked could he tag it
Two-timing from an ish like maggots
He tryin' to spit the game
What he had to say
Has anybody ever told you you look like Beyonce?
OK lil' boy want to boost my esteem
I said you need a rehab
'Cause you look like a fiend
Don't want to start a scene
I ain't tryin' to be mean
And even if you spend your green
You ain't get in between
'Cause this here queen
Keep on looking for clean
And like a diamond ring bling
See who wants get the wet dream
I see you got low
And you got plenty more to show, go
Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom
Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom
Go, like you tryna win a contest for sure
Oh, I'mma show you how to shake it
How the booty shakin'
Show you how to shake it
I'm the best and that's B and that's capital
I hang low like testicles
MCs when it come to these men who flow
Hoes, better back up
Fo' they get slapped up
Pack up and go tell mommy
That I'm back up
You, you, you, you and your whole crew
Whatcha whatcha whatcha gone do
To me, that's M-I-double S-Y E
When it's back to me
It's gonna be some tragedy
Mmmm
What's your name
Cause you've got me
You wanna know
What it be like
What the deal is
Where my man at
Can you get with me
You say you got the things that I need
What's your name
Cause you've got me
You wanna know
Who I roll with
Who I be with
Who I'm down with
Do I like to do the nasty things that you do
Release some tension
Break for, break for intermission
For me and you, you start the kissing
You'll see what you've been missing
Release some, some of your tension
Break for intermission
For me and you, you start the kissing
You'll see what you've been missing
Mmmmm
You're so fine
I wanna make you mine
I wanna know
Can I be with you
Can you be with me
On the count of three
Me and you gonna get romantically
You're so file
I wanna make you mine
I wanna know
Do you got a girl
Is she good to you
I bet she wont do the things that I'll do to you
Uh huh
I be creeping and creeping
With my peoples, my peoples
With my homies, my homies
We be smoking that reefer
Trying to get (my) knees high
Trying to get (my) knees high
So I hit 'em with a broken bang (pop-pop)
Turn me up a notch
Neighbors wanna call the cops
They can't stand to see me rock
Every house is on the block
Nigga knock
Don't stop
Baby, it's not true
When they say all men are dogs.
Cuz I know alot of women who cheat.
I know you kinda wondering
Why I'm having this conversation with you,
Cuz I speak upon expierence.
And if was worth anything
I'll never cheat again.
Know I may act stubborn boy
But that dont mean I dont love you boy
Please forgive me for my attitude
When it seems like im takin all my shit out on you
I know I never said this here
Lemme make myself loud and clear
I appreciate the way you treat me
I've done a lot of things you still don't hate me
Remember when you caught me cheatin (cheatin)
You said I stopped your heart from breathin (stopped ya hearttt) (breathin)
But you loved me so you forgave me (gave me)
When you coulda ran out and played me (played me)
Am I a dissappointment- to ya baby
Most of the time im wrong
Makin' excuses for the abuses I've done, stepping all on your heart
But ya never let me baby, say im sorry all the time
Any other guy would be gone but you stay hear right by my side
And the love like this
I cant play no games
Cuz its hard to forgive it
But you didnt neva complain
Neva rub it in my face- juss lemme slide on by
I know every girl- wish she had you as a guy
No no no no- no nooo no
Cuz a love like thi
Cant play no games
And its hard to forgive I did to you
Lemme slide on by
When I cheated you said you couldnt breathe (said you couldnt breathe)
Now im sitting here beggin on my knees
Take me back, I'll do anything including please
I didnt mean to burn a bridge third degree
Like fantasia said let yourself be free
The truth be, without me you'll succeed
Im sorry baby please believe in you and me
C'mon
Aint no love better than you
With all the pain I put you through
Being caught up in the fame
A part of the glamour and glitz
Platinum rings and different things
How easy we forget
For it is him, the Lord Almighty
Who allows us our success
When you on top above the charts
How easy we forget
Do you think without him
You would be who you are?
For if he made Heaven and earth
He also made you a star
So as we reach the year two thousand
You know there's one higher than us
And I come to be that tool to tell you
In God we must trust
I was in love
That's what it was when I met you
In love
And no one could ever talk about you
But it sucks, so many lies and alibis
In love
-[Beyonce and Missy]
Crazy feelings
Make me stay in love with you
Crazy feelings
Make me stay in love with you
So in love
I just didn't see the wrong you did
In love
But now that I know I can admit
It was love that made me a fool, a silly fool
In love, oh crazy
You was always in my face, all the time
Even with 20/20 vision, I couldn't see you lie
You was always in my face, all the time
Check it
See I don’t want to say that this is the end
I’ll end by saying this is where we’ll begin
Hip hop is a freedom of expression, not a freedom of depression
Can I make my one suggestion?
Look at how we’re labeled gangsta rappers
Is that their only impression? WAKE UP!!!!!
Rappers are craft art in a rapper’s sport
Someone like a game of basketball can’t be taught
But yet we accept the name thug
Like that’s fly
See how they covered our eyes?
Give us names to separate us
Sit back and watch us beef and make us hate us! SAY WHAT!?!?!
I’m done talking
Mary J. Blige, let ‘em know this is not a test
I hear you calling
What you hear is not a test (Oooh!)
I’m rocking to the beat (I’m rocking to the beat)
See me and my crew and my friends
We’re gonna try to move your feet (Move around, move around)
See I am Mary Blige and I’d like to say, “Hello” (Thank you for inviting me)
To the black, to the white, the red and the brown, the purple and yellow.
But first you gotta…
Please Stand Up!
In 2005 the industry will be pussy whipped
It Wont be easy!
They like mommy with the cute face can i get a date, Mommy got a cute shape mommy make em wait, papi havin trouble trying to keep up the pace, mommy got
the faith i let my pussy be the bait,
mommy got the good sh*t that really good sh*t, the type of chick u get with that really good sh*t,mommy got them niggas goin crazy for the ass call me
fast make a dash get a nigga for his cash,mommy knock an buck wit a quick upper cut mommy sport shelltoes i put my nikes up,i use to dress b-boy now i
dress girlie wake up real early wit my braids lookin curly mommy let em know who she is what she bout, yea she bout money mommy turning niggas out,mommy
got bills cars sit on big wheels, in the club mommy chill while them haters ice grill
Mommy cute rock vendi suites
mommy fresh these my real breast
mommy sex cause mommy grown, mommy be that good sh*t at home
mommy mommy mommy mommy, damn mommy roll like armies, mommy ass like a cadillac, mommy give em heart attacks
They call me lil mama lookin big in my hummer
mama on the corner, lil mama be a stunna, fly to the hummer quick faster then a runner,foot on the gas ruuuuuum hender gunna,mommy look good yea mommy
look right,mommy stay hood mommy be yo type, mommy get excited mommy ask you to bite it,mommy know you like it tell papi dont fight it,
Capitol M.O.M.M.Y
mommy got a pus take any chick guy,mommy gotta deal mommy spit sh*t real, mommy give em chills whenshe wear high heels,
mommy get the money, get the money, get the money,mommy find a man who can go an get it for me,mommy look fresh and respect me sweats, stay best dressed
showin off my breast,
Mommy cute rock vendi suites
mommy fresh these my real breast
mommy sex cause mommy grown, mommy be that good sh*t at home
mommy mommy mommy mommy, damn mommy roll like armies, mommy ass like a cadillac, mommy give em heart attacks
mommy get the money get the money get the money,
Yea mommy get buck like whoa lil mama, back it up like whoa lil mama, once she shake it like whoa lil mama, she get naked like hold up mama,mommy be a
freak mommy let the world know, mommy want em to lick her from her head to her toe,if papi say no then lil papi gotta go,if he broke no no mommy kick him
We started in 1997 and finished in 1999
Ha, ha, she brought you 'The Rain', 'Sock it to me', 'Beep me 911'
Now it's a new year
Not the year two G but the year three G
She's a bitch, ha ha ha
Definitely, 'The Bitch' releasing right about now
That's right, Timbaland, Missy Elliott, bring to you the future
And I am Morpheus
If you go to your local phone booth
What's up motherfuckers?
I need to know is V-A up in this bitch?
New York, St. Louis, Chicago, Philly, LA, Atlanta
I'm diggin' that
But how about the ladies that got a head full of fake weave or braids
Holla at ya peoples
Oh! C'mon
Ooh baby let me fix my weave
Touch me up and let me fix my weave
You could pick me up about a quarter to 3
Before I walk in the club I gotta fix my weave
(Oh) Baby fix my weave
Baby baby let me fix my weave
On the highway I do above 90
(woo-woo) pull me over get the fake ID
I met a guy named Tommy
Very charming
He was on me like cheese be on macaroni
His game real tight making me so horny
Fine enough for us to fuck and be his baby mommy
You really don't know me
So I moves it slowly
Brush up and let him hold me
Let me spit some baloney
Baby you could call me
If you go down on me
But you got to back up off me
Wearing cubic zirconia
I told him, "Baby let me fix my weave
I got a hair out of place and use a fake ID."
Pepe LePew voulez vous ooh oui
You want to misdemeanor me
You gotta spend more G's (ohhwee)
Ooh baby let me fix my weave
Touch me up and let me fix my weave
You could pick me up about a quarter to 3
Before I walk in the club I gotta fix my weave
(Oohwee) Baby fix my weave
Baby baby let me fix my weave
On the highway I do above 90
(woo-woo) pull me over get the fake ID
I used to date a guy named Chris
Sloppy with his kiss
But he was good with his tongue
I called him Mr. Young One
Mr. Young One had a big ding-dong
Balls the size of ping-pong
I had him souped like won-ton
I put the beat on
And on my ass he skeet on
I put the heat on young gun
Fresh meat he season
Yes, yes we used to creep down the beach
He was insane like Rick James
And with a mask he's Superfreak
I told him, "Gimme cash to fix my weave
And I don't want no excuses 'bout your baby mommy
'cause your child support money don't fix my weave
and you know nigga please me no fuck for free."
Ooh baby let me fix my weave
Touch me up and let me fix my weave
You could pick me up about a quarter to 3
Before I walk in the club I gotta fix my weave
(Oh) Baby fix my weave
Baby baby let me fix my weave
On the highway I do above 90
(woo-woo) pull me over get the fake ID
I got a call from Joe
He used to call me J.Lo
Hey-lo, how you doing?
Used to ask who I was screwing
Joe was pursuing
Sex was good all "ooh-in"
Moan he was grown
He would fuck me 'til the mo'nin'
I used to get vex when he would sex another bitch
Said "Baby don't trip, just like Ben I'm rich"
Jen don't bitch, then Miss don't bitch
Lopez get rich, call me Miss Affleck
I tell him, "Baby I need a new weave
Because my tracks feel whack, I want to hit the party
You want to play like Ben then give me your keys
'cause even Jen drive a Benz to go fix a weave."
Ooh baby let me fix my weave
Touch me up and let me fix my weave
You could pick me up about a quarter to 3
Before I walk in the club I gotta fix my weave
(Oh) Baby fix my weave
Baby baby let me fix my weave
On the highway I do above 90
(woo-woo) pull me over get the fake ID
To the heavy weave cities
Miami, Jersey, D.C., the Carolinas, Detroit, Louisville, Ohio, to all the
projects
To the beauty salons, and curling irons stitching in that ? hair
Okay, oohwee yeah fix your weave
Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh - so sick!
Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Timbo, what they do
They try to be like Missy but they have no clue
On how I'm spittin over beats the way I move
I move so smooth in my shell toe shoes
Now put the needle on the record, show'n'prove
Since ninety-two I came to win and never lose
They try to stop a chubby chick from comin through
My belly out and sellin out these venues
My skills, will fulfill, those who drink booze
My attitude is super cool like I'm subdued
And those who fake I take on you and your dudes
I rule the streets I break 'em down with no tools
And Misdemeanor give the finger to y'all fools (HOLLA!)
Whoever doubted that I'm 'bout it check the news
And if you snooze on me this year your ass will lose
Cause I will bruise, my loose screws is like ooh
When I come out get your release dates moved
This year y'all gon' all lose sleep
I break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin
This year y'all gon' all lose sleep
This year y'all gon' all lose sleep, when I
break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin (BIG SHOUT OUT TO TIMBERLAND)
This year you hear a real MC, when I
break break b-b-break break break...
I flow over a beat that make a chick weave blow
And those who try to compete to the wall I throw
So I drop it low, 808 kick low
Like oh oh-oh oh, oh oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Mr. Mos', this beat he compose
While I kill the track, leave your ears decomposed
Fake rappers, this year your lies will be exposed
Like oh oh-oh oh, oh Missy steal the show-ow-ow
Spit on breakbeats, make rappers lose sleep
Make labels unable drop they artists on leak
I keep 'em knee deep, need me, be me
Hardly, and basically, I do it nice and slow-ow-ow
I'm slowin, the track down, so you don't miss the shit
that Misdemeanor talkin like that chronic get you super high
This year y'all gon' all lose sleep
I break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin
This year you hear a real MC
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
This year y'all gon' all lose sleep, when I (MIKE JONES! WHO?)
break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin (MIKE JONES! WHO? MIKE JONES!)
This year you hear a real MC (GEYEAH!)
Break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin
See I'm a pimp that's on my grind, I hustle like all the time
I speak what's on my mind, my teeth'll make you blind
My heat'll lay you down, whenever you come around
Forsaken out there mistreated your life'll be deleted
Cause I don't play dat, you know I don't play dat
Wherever you talkin noise is where you gon' lay at
I'm "Supa Dupa Fly" like Missy Missy
Before the fame majors used to diss me
But now I'm on top, I'm hot I can't stop
Before my deal came my shows was sold out
House been on the hill, diamonds been in my grill
I'm trill like U.G.K., you know I keep it real
I'm who, Mike Jones, WHO? Mike Jones
WHO? Mike Jones and I can't be cloned
2-8-1, 3-3-oh, 8-zero-zero-fo'
That's my cell phone number, hit me on the low
I got
Hold up, I see a lot of folks in here sittin 'round like your shoes too tight
If you wear a size 10, don't cram yo' shit up in a size 6 ladies
Be proud of yo' big-ass feet
Bet it, bet it taste like candy
I broke up wit my ex I couldn't take his sarcasm
Everytime we bone I had to fake an orgasm
Moanin and groanin tried to make him feel manly
I'd rather use my toys, plus my hands come in handy
I finally told him that my heart was somewhere else
Whenever we sexed I wished that he was someone else
That dude that approached me at the bar the other night
That be the mister right and hot enough to melt some ice
I think I'm in love like Beyonce be with Jigga
It's not his major figure that want him to be my nigga
He got that magic stick that make my little pussy quiver
Juices runnin like a river slowly down my kitty litter
Boy I'm so glad I found a nigga like you
A thug like you to make a girl say - oh
Hope he feel as strong as my po hah do
With you by my side its like I'm drunk off booze
If you be my man only my man I wouldn't mind tastin your magic stick, magic stick
If you don't cheat or sleep around aint nothing wrong wit tastin your magic stick
I bet it taste like candy, meant to melt in my mouth
I know you got plenty, baby you the shit
Now what you workin wit candy meant to melt in my mouth
I know you got plenty, I like the way, I like the way
I like the way, I like the way
I like the way you work your stick boo
The way you work it like voodoo
The way you wind and you wind and you grind
Don't stop the way you work your stick
Baby the way you work your stick
Baby keep on and keep on and keep on keep goin
My ex boyfriend had to go
He didn't know how to work that magic stick
But I found a guy that sure do love
It's so true his love is cla-hassic yeah oohhh
I could play Janet and you could play J.D.
If you like Beyonce you could play Jay-Z
Check for them other chicks cos they not me
They're just some copy cats there's only one Missy
M-to the I double ss don't test
I'm hard as the cushion on a bullet proof vest
But you got me whipped like slaves in the days
You're cool as the shade and ice and lemonade
I think I wanna marry you baby I will carry
Guess it's necessary and on the contrary
You be mister right and mister legendary
This is for my ghetto motherfuckers
Uh hey, are you really a hot boy?
Oh, check me
What's your name, cause I'm impressed
Can you treat me good, I won't settle for less
You a hot boy, a rock boy
A fun toy, tote a glock boy
Where you live, is it by yourself
Can I move wit' you, do you need some help
I cook boy, I'll give you more
I'mma fly girl, and I like those
Hot boyz
Baby you got what I want
See cuz y'all be drivin' Lexus jeeps
And the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps
Nothin' cheaper, got them Platinum Visa's
Hot boyz
Baby you got what I want
See cuz y'all be drivin' Jaguars
And the Bentley's, and the Rolls Royce
Playin' hardballs wit' them Platinum Visa's
Is that your car, the SK-8
Are you riding alone, can I be your date
Come get me, gimmie, don't dis me, don't trick me
Got some friends, can they come too
Can you hook them up wit' some boyz like you
A hot boy, a rock boy, on top boy
And I like those
Hot boyz
Baby you got what I want
See cuz y'all be drivin' Lexus jeeps
And the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps
Nothin' cheaper, wit' them Platinum Visa's
Hot boyz
Baby you got what I want
See cuz y'all be drivin' Jaguars
And the Bentley's, and the Rolls Royce
Playin' hardball wit' them Platinum Visa's
Yo, I'mma dig in yo' pockets
Dig in yo' wallets
Is there money unfounded
Yeah, you got my heart poundin'
You a hot boy, drive a drop boy
With alot boy, and you tote a glock boy
Give me no reason, I know that you treatin'
These diamonds I'm needin', make you believe it
I want alot boy, with a hot boy
Got a fun toy and you tote a glock boy
Hot boy
Baby you got what I want
Won't you really come and satisfy me
I be lovin' you like endlessly
(Everyday all day)
Hot boy
Baby you got what I want
Won't you really come and satisfy me
I be lovin' you like endlessly
(Oh, yes I will)
Where the Lexus jeeps, and the Benz jeeps
And the Lincoln jeeps, and the Bentley's
And the Jaguars, and the fly cars
Where you at?
Where your Lexus jeeps, and the Benz jeeps
And the Lincoln jeeps, and the Bentley's
And the Jaguars, and the fly cars
Where you at?
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Hot boyz, hot boyz (I'm out)
This is a Misdemeanor exclusive
If your radio is experiencing any kind of difficulties
Turn the volume up
Yes, turn the volume up
Yes, turn the volume up
This is an exclusive (Turn the volume up)
It's very necessary, on the contray
No you do not scare me, is you drinkin' Bloody Mary?
But shit, you betta hurry, before I have to bury
My attitude is bitchy, cuz my period is heavy
I used to drive a Chevy, put twenties on that baby
My nigga was the shit, but then that stupid nigga left me
And now I'm lovin' Larry, but Larry go with Terri
And Terri is a freak, but it's his baby she will carry
The life he live's a fairy, cartoon like "Tom and Jerry"
My flow is legendary and your style is temporary
Yeah, you need to worry, like Jason, it gets scary
The words that I spit don't fit in that category
Is my vision blurry? My speech is very slurry
Me without Tim is like Jamaicans with no curry
And yes, it's necessary, so hurry, nigga, hurry
Cuz when this album drops, you whack MC's will all get burried
Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party
Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up)
Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party
Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up)
Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party
Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up)
Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party
Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up)
Your style's very crummy, that's why you have no money
You always looking bummy, I don't care if you don't love me
Don't try to come before me, unless you are a dummy
Repeat, you'll lose your teeth and I would hate to call you gummy
Rainy or sunny, battle no way, honey
This not a game of Hide-and-Seek, go call ya mummy
It's about get so ugly, and I'ma keep y'all runnin'
Hiding from me, cuz you know you are weak
You ain't sayin' nothin', I keep it jumpin' jumpin'
In your Kenwoods, I'm bumpin' sumthin' in ya trunk'n
You can say I'm buggin', cuz when I come out bustin'
That's why y'all be discussin' who I like and who I'm fuckin'
C'mon, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon
Fickidy, uh, uh, uh
C'mon, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon
I had a little homie named Paul Revere
Smokes blunt after blunt, guzzled 40's of beer
He would swear up and down every first of the year
He was gon' quit smokin', but he never did
Watch y'all huskey, it's about that time
Gettin' ready for the club 'round quarter til' nine
Couple bottles of hypnotic in the back of the ride
Might spit like a girl, but I hit like a guy
Me and Missy ballin' up the avenue
Funky fresh dressed to impress, we mackin' dudes
Music biz only reason I ain't jackin fools
You know bullshit walk and stackin' rules
Shit keeps drawin', the streets keep callin'
Drink til' I'm nice and uh, uh-uh, on'n
I'm bad luck, y'all mad cuz y'all suck
Please do not try to fuck with young duck
zaga, zaganaga, U hear she moans? Boom!
(come on)
Aye yo Monica, won't U help me and Timb change dis shit up again, yea, hit'em
Ooh u turn me on,so boy don't lye
I will never ?? so don't try
U all I want,like when Prince made doves cry
And all I'm sayin to U is dont be cruel
Yo baby pop, yea U, come and give me a kiss
Betta make it fast, or else I'm gonna get pissed
Don't U hear the music pumpin' hard,like I wish U would
Now push it (awww), push it, push it real good
Don't get me wrong, that's just me,
I just want U to be all U can be like in the army,
Don't try to play me boy cuz I'm nobody's fool
And all I'm sayin' to U is don't be cruel
Yo baby pop, yea U, come and give me a kiss
Betta make it fast, or else I'm gonna get pissed
Don't U hear the music pumpin' hard, like I wish U would
Now push it (awww), push it, push it real good
Now, now, now wait a minute ya'll,
this is for all the fly sexy people,
so when I say get out on the floor,
go to the floor,
dance I said
Gala
(yea)
Run to me one and only bed,
(yea)
Run man,run get ya rag
(yea)
Girls if ya holla give me head,
Call 9-1-1 cuz one more dead now
(yea)
Run to me one and only bed,
(yea)
Run man,run get ya rag
(yea)
?? every last said
Call 9-1-1 cuz one more dead now
Drop dem shings and let's get busy girl,
Hold on tight and don't get dizzy girl
Sorry for ya dizzy, got me on I be fizzy or a kizzy,
Just woke up in my bedroom wizzy,
While ya on break let yo kitty air,
Like magic song at 3rd, like a pier
Girl U bout to explode ya frontier
Cuz I got to direct this, a poonany engineer
See ya kno ya can olly-wa
Early heard I came here wit cha,
Don't be mockin,ya not ordering me chalk
U got to learn a lesson, not a walk in the park, yo
Let's show'em how to punk dem out
Max'em out like mercurtic kwa
I'm talkin bout let me date me a frog
Burn U a ?
Gala
(yea)
Run to me one and only bed,
(yea)
Run man, run get ya rag
(yea)
Girls if ya holla give me head,
Call 9-1-1 cuz one more dead now
(yea)
Run to me one and only bed,
(yea)
Run man, run get ya rag
(yea)
?? every last said
Call 9-1-1 cuz one more dead now
Yo baby pop, yea U come and give me a kiss
Betta make it fast, or else I'm gonna get pissed
Don't U hear the music pumpin' hard, like I wish U would
Gimme that funk, mmm..
Funk, mmm.. yo gimme that
Funk.. sho' nuff that
Funk..
Yo, yo
Beware of the dogs, off the chain
Fuck your whips at the club we piss in the parkin lanes
Blow it up ten frames so you see it wide
If your broad ain't fuckin she don't need to ride (beat it)
She can crawl in the trunk with her knees inside
by the spare, she hungry I'll feed her fries
Cause I'ma, dog nigga, shot-call nigga
My shotgun talk with a lecture hall scripture
Applaud {*ahh*} bitch, shake that ass
I getcha, drunk and high and duct tape that ass fast
Then leave you on your daddy front lawn (ding dong)
with your hair all fucked up, with one pump on
Get stomped on, I take the money and run
I'm a dog, shit I fuck right in front of your son
If you ain't got Missy and Meth
want me to spit the hot shit for you? Nigga, write your check
When you come home from work, I'm gon' make you do more work
Pour some wine in the cup, sip sippin on sizz-urp
Ohhh.. ohhh.. now we gon' make love to and in ya
SLIDE, wanna take a ride
When you with me oh so right, tell them boys not tonight
Say you chillin witcho bitch and this is one y'don't wanna miss
Uhh uhh.. cause this love right here is on fire (fire)
SLIDE, wanna take a ride
I love it boy when you play this song
Dead wrong, you know this record be turnin me on
You keep me growlin like a dog in heat
Hey wodie put it down make me sleep for weeks
You on the block layin low, from the cops layin low
When you done let me know cause my love make you be like WHOA
Ohhh.. ohhh.. cause I got yo' mind in the trenches
SLIDE, let's take a ride
Baby come give me some HEY WODIE ain't no other one
can shine on my life and make me wanna stay the night
Mmmm mmmm.. cause you put butterflies on my stomach
SLIDE, baby won't you slide
Yo yo I wanna gangsta BOOGIE with my GANGSTA BITCH
Love it when the pussy talk back thanks to dick
All my dogs (woof) playin the wall, get at these broads
You ain't got no-ass-at'all, we ain't fuckin wit y'all
I'm not your smooth lovin, see me at Casbah thuggin
Hands where your Stove Top be stuffin
Never catch Tical hand-cuffin, I'm in your party puffin
Smellin like that Wu-Tang production
Cousin tried to tell me pussy come a dime a dozen
And when it come around I'll beat it down like percussion
Missy come and get me, I'm bout to call Doc
We can all meet up at Peanut's, I heard it was the spot
Somebody roll the weed up, push the car lighter, kick your feet up
Saturday Night, who got the Fever?
Brought the flavor, of indonesia
Puff puff give type procedures
and this joint bumpin out your speakers
I'm gonna take you high to the top
and let your body not reject me babe
I'm gonna make you really love me
I'm gonna make you scream don't stop
But you must first respect his lady
"One two three four five six seven eight nine!" -
"Are we on the air?"
Uhh, uhh .. {HA?}
Uhh {HA?} uhh {HA?}
Uhh, this is - uhh, a Missy Elliott - uhh, exclusive
Uh-huh.. woo!!
And I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Ooh baby, what's your name? {HA?}
I love the way you're spittin the game
You made me change from thinkin all guys the same
You the type of guy I wanna marry in months
Got exactly what I want {HA?}
And ain't no fakin the funk
Your attitude is funk and you're makin me crunk (c'mon)
Yes it's real baby
Got me so crazy
Light my fire dirty
Like the way you serve me
Stimulate my body
Crunk just like a party
Ohh, you won't be sorry
My papi, I'm yo' mami
I'm in your life to come and let you explore {HA?}
And take you on a tour
The kind of guys that be talkin that noise
Is the reason I ignore {UH-HA!}
And you the one I wanna take to MEET MOMS
"He's a rap superstar" {UH-HA!}
I wanna be the one, you like
I'm sure to do you right
Is it real hon, if it's really real (let's chill)
Maybe pop an X pill (how does sex feel?)
Come and get your next thrill (you the raw deal)
Yo I'm sayin if your man won't (Mr. Meth will)
That's amore', all day, mind over matter
And my forte' is foreplay, sex on a platter
Have it your way, then who, serve you everything on the menu
And all that freak shit that you into
Sweet lady, you drive me half crazy
Maybe, we can go half on a baby (on a baby?)
Poppa got a brand new bag
Hidden in the stash of his brand new Jag
Lovely, kick your shoes off and get comfy
We can bump uglies if you ain't got your monthly
Yes I, like "American Pie"
Tell 'em M-I-crooked letter-crooked letter-Y
M-E-T-H-O-D, Man
M-I-S-S-Y, I am
I came came to bang bang the boogie
I see you lookin to bang out my nookie
You want my cookies I baked for you rookies
Work hard they want me to bang bang and stick me
If you want my nookie you got to come quickly
M-E-T-H-O-D is ya wit me?
Uh, hit me
Don't explain, you never change
Same old thing, same old game
Say ya want to be wit' me
But show me my ring
Baby, let me think
I been in the cold
The story untold, about to unfold
How do you expect me
To ever believe you want be wit' me
Why you all in my grill (Why you all in)
Can you pay my bills (Can you pay my bills)
Let me know if you will (Let me know, know)
Cuz a chick gotta live (A chick like me, I got to live)
Talk is talk, and talk is cheap
Tell it to her, don't say it to me
Cuz I know I'm in control
See Trix are for kids, and boo I'm too old
Go 'head, with your games
Don't ever come back to me again
Where you go, remember me
I'm the best thing in history
Why you all in my grill (Why, why, why)
Can you pay my bills (Can you pay my bills)
Let me know if you will (Let me know boy, boy)
Cuz a chick gotta live (A chick got to live, ooh yeah)
Third time (Third time)
I moved you in, took you back
In my life (I was a fool)
I don't know what's wrong with me
Third time (Third time)
I moved you in, took you back in my life (oh yeah, yeah)
Why you all in my grill (All in my grill)
Can you pay my bills (Can you pay my bills, yeah)
Let me know if you will (Let me know if you will)
Cuz a chick gotta live (oh, yeah)
Why you all in my grill
Can you pay my bills (Ooh, pay my bills)
Let me know if you will (Let me know, let me know baby, baby)
Cuz a chick gotta live (A chick like me, I got to live)
If you want me, where's my dough?
Give me money, buy me clothes
No need for talking, have my dough
Where's my money? Where's my clothes?
If you want me, where's my dough?
Give me money, buy me clothes
No need for talking, have my dough?
Where's my money? Where's my clothes?
Aight, uh
Why you all in my grill?
I'm thinkin' it's time to chill
Yeah, but you on a drill, though
I couldn't even step out the baby blue Bonneville
Cuz you be tryin' to kill my hoe, my girlfriend
And people around me is tellin' me that you's a stalker
Like Darth Vader takes a Skywalker
I told you I was the street talker
It ain't my fault you dirty your Victoria's Secret's
And your Frederick's
You wanted the Waldorf Astoria
But instead I took you to Cedrick's, to entertain you
To give you to the "G", and never claim you
Me and Missy, we get it straight pissin'
Oh yeah, we puffin' on one of them thangs too
You blamin' who? You namin' who?
I know you ain't bringin' that lame crew
Big Boi, they the phat sacks
She pretty D, all they same, boo
But I'm backed by the Dungeon Family
So you can go 'head wit' all that stabbin' me
Cuz I will jab thee, and slam thee
And Bobby Boochet yo' ass, G
This is another Missy Elliot exclusive
I remember when yo ass was broke, so in love wit me
You were always at home, always talkin bout
"loan me this, loan me that, now gimme gimme"
And then ya got doe, and decide ya wanna leave
Gotta few chicks checkin for ya now, huh, you forgot about me
(Ain't it funny)
When ya man gets money
I bet you can't find him
But when he come home beggin
You can't deny him
Where he at when you need him?
(he's out lookin cute)
But when he need a few dollers
He know who to run to
We would go out, I had to pay for everything
I never had to worry about you fuckin 'round
You used to tell me "Yea I love ya, No one above ya"
Then I bought you clothes, I made ya look like a king
Then the girls started flirtin wit ya ass, huh, and you forgot about me
(Ain't it funny)
I'll be the one you runnin to
when yo pockets is low
And you outta cash flow
And the chicks don't want you no mo'
Be the one you runnin to
When you got no mo' gas
In those buses, catchin cabs
Uhh, yo
This is for my motherfucking club heads, you feel me?
AAAAOOW!!
People, gangstas, and pimps and people
Smokin that deeper reefer
Up in the club wit speakers
I had some base and tweeters
DJ is jockin needle
Sweat till I catch a fever
Call me the illest diva
Yo I'm on FIRE!!!!!
People go head and drink up
Get in the club get fucked up
See me you got get lucked up
Someone to touch your rubber
Show me some love, strip off your clothes, and take off your socks
The party's jumpin, I see something fine
Boy I wanna kiss you, but I'm just too shy
Let me dance with you, let me wear you out
Here's a glass of orange juice, let's go X it out
The music's bangin, way down in my soul
When you dance behind me, I lose all control
Make me grind my hips, make me move my waist
When the music comes on, you take my breath away
This is for my people, my party people
This is for my people, my motherfucking people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down
This is for my people, my party people
This is for my people, my ecstasy people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down
I'm at the bar now, and I'm buying drinks
And I got this feeling, and it's all over me
I wanna dance with you, and lick your face
Take me on the dance floor to feel some ecstasy
The vibe is right now, and I'm bout to score
Mr. DJ can you, play this joint once more
Cuz I see the man I want, I want him right away
I'm look him right in his face and say dance with me
Freak that, come here baby, grab me from the back
Baby you the mack, and you know that
Put the needle on the track skip that, flip that, bring the beat back
Freak that, come here baby, grab me from the back
Baby you the mack, and you know that
Put the needle on the track, skip that, flip that, bring the beat back
Uno... dos... tres...
Uno... dos... tres...
Uno... dos... tres...
Uno... dos... tres...
Can't stand when a nigga fuckin up my plans
All night liquored up while I'm tryin to dance
Drunk, and his breath stink, freaky with his hands
Cocky with his mouth please like he got a fan
Can't stand when a bitch all in my side
I don't even know her and she all up in my light
Givin me the side eye like she wanna fight
Philly known for boxing bitch better get it right
Can't stand when a DJ fuckin up the song
Know I'm tryin to shake my ass all night long
Cuttin up the same shit all night long
High 'fore I got there, now my shit is blown
Can't stand when it aint jumpin like I want
Cats that try to stop my fun, take away my blunt
I don't give a fuck he aint gon' take away my fun
Now see, the one thing I like about the niggas
Is that they can fess up to one of they boys
That they been sleepin' wit' the same chick, and laugh about it
But see, a woman, could never admit to another woman
That she been sleepin' wit' her man
Cuz if that ever happened to me
I would call your house and be like, yo
Don't you gotta man
Why you fuckin' wit' mine
See, I been through bad times
Get yo' mind off mines
You must be lonely
Why you messin' wit' me
But it won't be easy
To get my baby
- You don't know who you messin' with
Most of them leave with they car doors bent
I'm so pissed, you gon' make me flip
I'mma teach you not to touch my shit
Hello?
Hello?
Who dis?
It's Mo'
For Real?
Hello?
I be callin' his house, when you're not around
Don't make me warn you, you know how I get down, down
Somebody told me, but I ain't trippin' off you, no
If you were doing your thang, he'd still be wit' you
Hello?
You know who this is bitch, heh, yeah
Yo, who dis for real, man, hello?
You know who it is
- I can't believe you would ever do that
Can't you show me some respect
Is it cuz you jus' a reject
Gotta keep your ass in check
Hello?
Hello?
What
Yo who dis for real, man
Yo, this is Mo', this is Mo'
You playin' a little bit too much, you knowumsayin'?
Yo, this ain't no game
This is not a game
Oh, ok
Yeah, what?
You on some real bullshit now
You know, you know what?
Why don't you just come to my house, bitch, you know?
Yeah, I come through, yo, where you live at?
Ask your nigga where I stay at
Please, he ain't got nutin' to do with this
He know
He ain't got nutin' to do with this
He know
Ask him where I live at, aight?
You on that same stuff you was on last year
When I hadda come through there last year, what
And I'd do it again, cuz I want, I, I got comin'
You ain't keepin nutin' in check
And keep him from around my house, bitch
Please, I'mma beat that ass, you know I will
You don't know who you messin' with
Most of them leave with their car doors bent
Blow out you like I'mma air vent
I'ma teach you not to touch my shit
Hello?
Trick, you know who this is, dont' front
Yeah, I'mma teach you not to touch my shit
(Timbaland)
You done took it too far (Uh oh)
To the beat y'all, play that beat
(This is a Missy Elliott exclusive)
When you wanna go around the world (I'm ready)
And if you want me to fight your ex-girl for you (I'm ready
If you need me to cook you meals (I'm ready)
And if you want me to come and chill with you boy (Suga' I'm ready)
You don't know how you got me
I've never been in so, but not me
I was always told not to be
Givin' up the (cat) easy
Something you do reminds me
Friends be tryin' to stop me
They can't believe you got me
Givin' up the
easy
When you need a backrub from working all day (I'm ready)
Uh when you need a chick to come over right away (I'm ready) (Like this)
When you need me to wash your clothes boy (I'm ready)
When you need me on the phone to curse out the hoes (Suga' I'm ready)
Boy there ain't none quite like you
Ask me and I'll always do
Cuz' I got this thing for you
You know what a little (cat) can do
I'm ready when your baby momma trips
So just call me come in doin' backwards flips
My darling
Would you like me bust her lips
Cuz' I'm ready, show you I'm the realest chick
And I love you
I'll do what you want me to do
I said I love you
For you I'm more than a crew
I'm Mrs. Do-right
Can't go wrong with me
I said R-E-D-Y
Always on time
DJ, please pick up your phone
I?m on the request line
This is a Missy Elliott one-time exclusive (Come on)
Is it worth it, let me work it
I put my bang down, flip it and reverse it
It?s your fremme neppa venette
It?s your fremme neppa venette
If you got a big ***, let me search it
And find out how hard I gotta work ya
It?s your fremme neppa venette
It?s your fremme neppa venette
I?d like to get to know ya so I could show ya
Put the p**** on ya like I told ya
Gimme all your numbers so I could phone ya
Your girl actin? stank then call me over
Not on the bed, lay me on your sofa
Phone before you come, I need to shave my chocha
You do or you don?t or you will or won?t ya
Go downtown and eat it like a vulture
See my hips and my tips, don?t ya
See my a** and my lips, don?t ya
Lost a few pounds and my whips for ya
This the kinda beat that go ra-ta-ta
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
Sex me so good I say blah-blah-blah
Work it, I need a glass of water
Boy, oh, boy, it?s good to know ya
Is it worth it, let me work it
I put my bang down, flip it and reverse it
It?s your fremme neppa venette
It?s your fremme neppa venette
If you got a big ***, let me search it
And find out how hard I gotta work ya
It?s your fremme neppa venette
It?s your fremme neppa venette (Come on)
If you a fly gal get your nails done
Get a pedicure, get your hair did
Boy, lift it up, let?s make a toast-a
Let?s get drunk, that?s gon? bring us closer
Don?t I look like a Halle Berry poster
See the Belvedere playin? tricks on ya
Girlfriend wanna be like me, never
You won?t find a b**** that?s even better
I make you hot as Las Vegas weather
Listen up close while I take it backwards
I?m not a prostitute, but I could give you what you
Want
I love your braids and your mouth full of floss
Love the way my a** go bum-bum-bum-bum
Keep your eyes on my bum-bum-bum-bum-bum
And think you can handle this gadong-a-dong-dong
Take my thong off and my a** go vroom
Cut the lights off so you see what I could do
Is it worth it, let me work it
I put my bang down, flip it and reverse it
It?s your fremme neppa venette
It?s your fremme neppa venette
If you got a big ***, let me search it
And find out how hard I gotta work ya
It?s your fremme neppa venette
It?s your fremme neppa venette (Come on)
Boys, boys, all type of boys
Black, white, Puerto Rican, Chinese boys
Why-thai,-thai-o-toy-o-thai-thai
Rock-thai,-thai-o-toy-o-thai-thai
Girl, girl, get that cash
If it?s 9 to 5 or shakin? your a**
Ain?t no shame, ladies do your thang
Just make sure you ahead of the game
Just ?cause I got a lot of fame supa
Prince couldn?t get me change my name papa
Kunta Kinte a slave again, no sir
Picture black sayin?, 'Oh, yes a master'
Picture Lil? Kim dating a pastor
Minnie Me and Big Ren can out last ya
Who is the best, I don?t have to ask ya
When I come out you won?t even matter
Why you act dumb like 'Uh, duh'
So you act dumb like 'Uh, duh'
As the drummer boy go ba-rom-pop-pom-pom
Give you some-some-some of this Cinnabun
Is it worth it, let me work it
I put my bang down, flip it and reverse it
It?s your fremme neppa venette
It?s your fremme neppa venette
If you got a big ***, let me search it
And find out how hard I gotta work ya
It?s your fremme neppa venette
It?s your fremme neppa venette (Come on)
To my fellas
I like the way you work that
To my ladies
You sure know how to work that
I know there somebody out there who had a nasty
nasty friend who wanna go around humping everybody
Can I get a hoe? You know what I'm saying? So
I'ma talk about this one I had a fewa years ago
I had a friend named Cutie Tootie
Tootie turned tricks to get some Gucci
Known as loose bootie
Truly, she was a freak in the evenin
And if she wasn't teasin, then give me one reason
Why she do dat? Always knew dat
She was hot as da nectar
Hector said he pecked her, direspected her
Cause he bang bang swang in his dingalang
Broke his back long range
And make the ugly bitch sing
Oooh oooh
Why you hurtin me?
Tell me why more
Oooh oooh
Oooh oooh
Why you hurtin me?
Tell me why more
Oooh oooh
Cutie Tootie with her sight
And if she humped Ralph
She humped Bobby, Ricky and Mike
Tight, is the way she wore her dresses
Has she learned her lesson
From all the dick testing
Now I'm guessing
She's laying in a casket
In a yellow basket
For a Gucci jacket
Daggit, I wish she didn't do those nasty things
Cause he made the ugly bitch sing
Tootie didn't know the facts of life
Staying up in clinics
Loosy bootie made trife
Feeling, she got the heeby geebies
Quick to give you freebies
Underneath the staircase in Brooklyn
Neighbors out the window sure was lookin
She greasy like chicken
I don't give a cotton pick and
She can do her thing
Cause me and her don't hang
The ugly bitch sang
So you know what? This should be a lesson for anybody
who's hanging with someone who's dirty, nasty, stank
Once again going around humping everybody
Everybody and anybody and anything
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